There is Lady Arlingford’s reception to-night, ten till twelve, and the Hatton House ball, marked with a cross, sir, important. If he had imagined Melusine would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head.
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