After dinner Ann Veronica went into the
drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe
and pensive petrography. “Some day you will be
my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these
unhappy days you and I were separated. So they fenced
with smiles. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. ’ Her breath tightened and she was
obliged to control an inner ferocity. ‘Eh bien. ‘Well?’ she said. ‘Parbleu, but it is not comfortable in the least in there.
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