Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to say. Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. “Yes. "Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. “Go on!” she commanded. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting.
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