He looked across at Annabel, and he
groaned. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid
hold of him. ‘Do you not
understand that I can trust no one—no one?’
‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Capes most trying. Ann Veronica, after a last
survey of the dinner appointments, followed him, rustling, came to his side by
the high brass fender, and touched two or three ornaments on the mantel above
the cheerful fireplace. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of
conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that
your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a
separation between you almost a necessity. ”
“Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. ”
Anna smiled very faintly. There's not his peer among the peerage. ”
“What?”
“That’s the devil of it!”
“Devil of what?. "Do not—do not!"
"He must!" thundered Jonathan, "or he goes to jail.
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