Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. Dollis Hill revisited. Something in her tone made him look up. Impelled by a feeling, into which we shall not pause to inquire, the stranger started after them; but they were better mounted, and soon distanced him.
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