He had removed his silk hat, and
now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating
upon her, trying to catch her eye. ”
Sir John frowned. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!"
"What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and
extending her hands towards him. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. ”
She looked at him, pleading, miserable in her fancy gown. And lunged once more. A thing
which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should
be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal
dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call
she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. "Who've you got with you?" demanded the Amazon, boldly.
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