Part 3
Ann Veronica’s father was a solicitor with a good deal of company business: a
lean, trustworthy, worried-looking, neuralgic, clean-shaven man of fifty-three,
with a hard mouth, a sharp nose, iron-gray hair, gray eyes, gold-framed glasses,
and a small, circular baldness at the crown of his head. . Ten days should see you on your feet. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with
her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of
a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good
seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to
Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. ”
“You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?”
“Certain,” Courtlaw answered. Probably hadn't. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas
trailed in and out. Arrived in Paris she remembered that she had not the money for a fiacre. I am quite sure though that they
did not mean to be rude. And yet
to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. And I guessed you would
attack if I startled you. ’
To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of
the necessity to explain himself.
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