‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Then, in a whisper: "But there's no
reason why the whole hotel should. ‘I’m on your side. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. The Leads
405
XXI. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be
nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in
the urgency of his hospitality. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that
up again at tea-time. No idea that you
were here, though. She had underestimated his animal ability to sense
weakness. For
that my father so stupide was in love with this Suzanne Valade, is it not?’
‘Well, miss,’ temporised Mrs Ibstock, ‘we didn’t rightly know that then. I'll leave these out,
and to-morrow you can read them through. You have
been burning paper, I see.
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