In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. And I am coming to believe the best as well as the most beautiful friends a man can have are girl friends. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. "Give me the child, or—" As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. Their example was immediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and other attendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter and jesting,—nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying of foaming jugs. "You must have travelled a good deal to know so much about men. Sir John followed me to London and married me. It would hurt no one.
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