She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts
and plans. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. Some shadow of reserve seemed to
have crept up between them. ” He made a
grand gesture towards the car, his smile broadening. At least for one
moment, it was. ‘Come inside at once, child. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me
the honour of taking a glass of wine with me.
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