For a time they walked in silence. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. ’ ‘But it’s my affair, Melusine. Perhaps in two or three weeks. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his deportment towards Anna. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. Mr. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. ’ Relief flooded Melusine.
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