He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ‘Where was I? Oh yes. ‘Dieu du ciel, is this a way to have me say yes? If it is that you do not wish to,
why do you ask me?’
‘Ah. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was
obstructed by an iron bar. "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste
time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably. It wasn’t
anything splendid, you know. “Think how
dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom.
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