It is no good arguing about a thing like that. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. She had never been so happy to vomit. Courtlaw opened his lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. ‘Obstinate fool!’ She saw Gosse raise a hand, and dug into her nun’s habit for the knife she had not thought to need. A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends. She took a deep breath.
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