She’ll tell everyone soon, if only
to gain herself some attention!” He cried under his
breath. Would you stand by me—and her?”
“My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. She opened and read it at once. She felt
sickeningly empty. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. I’ve tried to use my authority. D'ye hear. She wondered why he was so
distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that
this might be because she was falling in love with him. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when
they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump
hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly
interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black
table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of
conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of
spectators close behind her.
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