‘Because,’ said Lady Bicknacre in the confidential manner of all matrons
when passing on a tidbit of scandal, ‘Nicholas married against his father’s
wishes and ran away. "Yes, your son, Madam. She would end alone. Brendon and I are great chums,” he went on nervously. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the
others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the
blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum
things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his
mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential
admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and
general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in
Marylebone. The sky was dripping a wet, slow
rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs
and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except
the insane schizophrenics and her. . ‘I am
sorry to hear of your misfortunes. "What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up.
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