You go to your room and ring for your maid. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Mr. I waited for her at the back. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. Even he was not oblivious to it, and after about two minutes of awkward French kissing, he pulled away. "She's glorious!" He knew that he must hoodwink this keeneyed Scot, even as he must hoodwink everybody: publicly, the devoted husband; privately, the celibate. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour.
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