If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. “Glad to see you in London. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. He had, however, planned brilliant careers for his two sons, and, with a certain human amount of warping and delay, they were pursuing these. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting. If he decided to watch television upstairs with his mother, she would probably retire before he did, but she was a light sleeper. ’ ‘Ah, you know about that, then?’ ‘That much, yes. The light would betray us. That’s the wonder of it. Then Capes’ footsteps approached.
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