Kneebone, or, as he would have preferred being styled, Captain Kneebone, was not perfectly satisfied with the recommendations forwarded by the applicants. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. “Experte credo. Surely he was imagining this picture. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. She was not obliged to go to the Tredgold College, because as yet the College had not settled down for the session. A fortnight passed, then a month. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. There was more shouting. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. ’ ‘What husband?’ ‘Precisely. He appeared suddenly from the infinite in the neighborhood of the Burlington Arcade, crossing the pavement toward her and with his eyes upon her. It was interesting to see how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the life of a Morningside Park inhabitant.
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