He pulled down a chair to her left. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to
conceal from her aunt and father. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He
waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. A trial always brings those involved into public notice, and I
dare say he feels there will be scandal enough without adding to it. I defy you
to explain it away. "Nothing!" echoed the other,
scornfully. He did not spend more time with her. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part
of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. He became really companionable, discussed the
new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. He was fast rising to an
eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it
is to be hoped, will ever reach again. ”
Sir John smiled.
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