On Monday Charvill had still not returned, and the major duly presented himself at Mrs Chalkney’s house in Grosvenor Square, thanking his stars that his friend Roding would not be there to spoil sport. She could neither speak nor move nor cry out. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. Anna, I listened to all that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto the floor with a loud thud. She was surprised at his modesty. She cursed herself for a fool. . He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. “How has the world taken it?” he asked. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do.
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