“Why not?” Lady Lescelles answered. You
know the sort of thing. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish,
Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous
course. ’
‘Aye, more’s the pity. ”
Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front
of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her
hair. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin,
up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a
nurse. ‘Kimble, you
shouldn’t be here. Yesterday this glorious
creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. ’ She
shook her head. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. She went across to the little
window again, her back to Melusine. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated
professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. They
walked in silence.
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