The first
circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous. ‘You will not, pig,’ cried Melusine. ‘Are you
going to tell me?’
‘But looking for proof,’ Melusine uttered impatiently. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. It
was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. He was a
thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in
any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always
been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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