"Yes. Good-bye. Remember me to Uncle Timothy!" And, leaving a cold kiss

on each forehead, whose wrinkles seemed to try and cling to his lips

as if longing to be kissed away, he left them looking brightly after

him--dear Soames, it had been so good of him to come to-day, when they

were not feeling very...!

With compunction tweaking at his chest Soames descended the stairs,

where was always that rather pleasant smell of camphor and port wine,

and house where draughts are not permitted. The poor old things--he

had not meant to be unkind! And in the street he instantly forgot them,

repossessed by the image of Annette and the thought of the cursed coil

Advertisement..

around him. Why had he not pushed the thing through and obtained divorce

when that wretched Bosinney was run over, and there was evidence galore

for the asking! And he turned towards his sister Winifred Dartie's

residence in Green Street, Mayfair.




Most Popular