So she approached him with sandwiches. I do not think you quite understand my ideals or what is becoming as between father and daughter. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant. Above the housetops it was different. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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