"
"Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. "Why not?"
"I'll tell you," cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. ”
“Yes,” said Ann Veronica. She got into rows through meddling with their
shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration
when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly
dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to
restrain her tears. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself
gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. Excuse me an instant while I dismiss this person. And don’t talk until we’re well out of
earshot. Lucy stared at the girl for a
long ten seconds, and then looked away. “I’ve heard some
even more entertaining news from the Orchestra
grapevine too. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like
us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. —'We'll do it,' said they, filling their glasses, and looking as fierce as
King George's grenadier guards; 'here's your health, Mint.
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