She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least.
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