The Astonishing Adventure of Jane SmithWentworth, Patricia
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The Astonishing Adventure of Jane Smith
Wentworth, Patricia
Adventure stories; Cousins -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories
“Well——” said Mrs. March. She fidgeted with Henry’s coat sleeve, bridled
a little, and looked down at her mauve satin slippers. “Well—you know,
my dear boy, I didn’t want to be _unkind_, but I simply couldn’t picture
her at Luttrell Marches—as its mistress, I mean—and I’m sure you did
think me unkind about it; but now that it’s all different—Tony coming
back like this does make a difference, of course, and what I was going
to say about it is this. If you really do care for her and it would make
up to you for the disappointment, I wouldn’t hold out about it, not if
you really wanted it, my dear, and really cared for her, only of course
you’d have to be quite sure, because once you’re married you’re married,
and there’s no way out of it except divorce, and, whether it’s the
fashion now or not, I always have said and always will say, that it’s
not respectable, it really isn’t, and it’s not a thing we’ve ever had in
our family—not on either side,” added Mrs. March thoughtfully, after a
slight pause for breath.
“I really do care for her, and I really am sure,” said Henry. He kissed
his mother affectionately, and once more attempted to detach himself
from her hold.
Mrs. March let go with one hand in order to dab her eyes with a scrap of
pink-and-white chiffon. Then she looked up at her son fondly.
“Your eyelashes are _much_ the longest,” she said.
Henry made an abrupt departure.
“Piggy’ll see you as soon as you can get there,” he told Anthony five
minutes later—“at his house. I’m off to Luttrell Marches. I was going
down anyhow to-night, but, things being as they are, I think I’ll get a
move on. Piggy’s sending some one to the address you gave, to keep an
eye on Molloy. He doesn’t want him arrested yet, as he’s in hopes that
Belcovitch will roll up—that’s the other man concerned in the actual
sale of the formula. He went to Vienna, but was in Paris yesterday. Good
Lord, Tony, I’m glad you’ve got rid of that beastly beard!”
CHAPTER XXIV
Sir Julian Le Mesurier’s study was an extremely pleasant room, friendly
with books, and comforted by admirable chairs.
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