He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. “I never dreamt!” she said. “Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her.
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