He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. But here the resemblance stopped. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. “I suppose, daddy, you’ve no objection to my going on with my work at the Imperial College?” she asked. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. He saw her young and graceful back as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. She was extremely showily dressed, and her large hooped petticoat gave additional effect to her lofty stature. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. "I must go. ’ ‘And do not say you made a mull. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance.
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