Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. “Non. "Good night!" "So," muttered Jonathan, "having started the hare, I'll now unleash the hounds. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. "I have sent for him," Aliva, he answered; "he will be here directly, with your medical advisers. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. I expect you had been snubbing him terribly. ” “Where?” He asked.
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