There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. “He looks as though he did, at any rate. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. No need to do such things. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. That’s— that’s my private life. I may say that the amount of the annuity I propose to allow you is two hundred a year. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands.
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