All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any
stretch of silence would be dangerous. And afterwards! Sir
John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights
flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. Manning. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed
and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. After a while he spoke again. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. "
"You mustn't think of that, Mrs. . "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. “Oh,
Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!”
She had been weeping. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the
game down there. “How dare you!”
They were both astonished at the other’s strength. “Then your name——”
“My name is Pellissier. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel!
The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill.
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