You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. You must wait till supper's over. “Now you must go,” she said firmly. Hill lost a little of his truculency. I shall give you my life, every moment and thought of my
life. But
I'll call a doctor, since you order it. “Etherialized monkey,” she said. The
music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still
ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its
methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores
and shaded lights.
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