‘You do not understand, Gérard. She
bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the
door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such
foul weather. Now I am sorry to
cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—”
“H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. “He broke up with Katy Pfister last night on the
phone, from what I hear. ‘Aye, that she was. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's
stupidity. “I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think
that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year. "
"From some of your associates?"
"From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. She confronted him with
his own double-standard.
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