’ Noting the twinkle in her great-aunt’s eye, Melusine forebore to comment, grateful to Lucilla for adjuring Captain Roding to give an account of himself. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. So kind, so good to me always. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. So I packed up and came to London next day. Ann Veronica looked bright and a little elated, and she disregarded her father’s invitation to be seated. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance.
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