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Vinrace, who knew every sheet in her house, and expected of every one the best they could do, but no more. It was the easiest thing in the world to grant another room, and the problem of sheets simultaneously and miraculously solved itself, the spots and ladders not being past cure after all, but "Lies! Lies! Lies!" exclaimed the mistress indignantly, as she ran up on to the deck.
"Yes, but I want your opinion. You have had experience of many cases like this?" "I could not tell you more than Dr. Lesage, Mr. Hewet," she replied cautiously, as though her words might be used against her. "The case is serious, but you may feel quite certain that we are doing all we can for Miss Vinrace." She spoke with some professional self-approbation.
I hope that I never shall meet such a woman. Now, Miss Vinrace, are we enemies for life?" Vanity, irritation, and a thrusting desire to be understood, urged her to make another attempt. "Under the streets, in the sewers, in the wires, in the telephones, there is something alive; is that what you mean? In things like dust-carts, and men mending roads?
But, good Lord, don't run away with the idea that I don't see the drawbacks horrors unmentionable things done in our very midst! I'm under no illusions. Few people, I suppose, have fewer illusions than I have. Have you ever been in a factory, Miss Vinrace! No, I suppose not I may say I hope not."
This made him appear a battered martyr, parting every day with some of the finest gold, in the service of mankind. "I can't think," Rachel exclaimed, "how any one does it!" "Explain, Miss Vinrace," said Richard. "This is a matter I want to clear up."
"English people abroad!" she returned with a vivid flash of malice. "Ain't they awful! But we won't stay here," she continued, plucking at Rachel's arm. "Come up to my room." She bore her past Hewet and Evelyn and the Thornburys and the Elliots. Hewet stepped forward. "Luncheon " he began. "Miss Vinrace has promised to lunch with me," said Mrs.
She would be a Persian princess far from civilisation, riding her horse upon the mountains alone, and making her women sing to her in the evening, far from all this, from the strife and men and women a form came out of the shadow; a little red light burnt high up in its blackness. "Miss Vinrace, is it?" said Hewet, peering at her. "You were dancing with Hirst?"
Thornbury with greater freedom now that his wife was not sitting there. "That's the worst of these places," he said. "People will behave as though they were in England, and they're not. I've no doubt myself that Miss Vinrace caught the infection up at the villa itself. She probably ran risks a dozen times a day that might have given her the illness. It's absurd to say she caught it with us."
"It was hard to keep the ball rolling at dinner, certainly," said Richard. "Why is it that the women, in that class, are so much queerer than the men?" "They're not half bad-looking, really only they're so odd!" They both laughed, thinking of the same things, so that there was no need to compare their impressions. "I see I shall have quite a lot to say to Vinrace," said Richard.
She could only say with her slight stammer, "Are you f-f-fond of Aunt Eleanor, Aunt Lucy?" to which her aunt replied, with her nervous hen-like twitter of a laugh, "My dear child, what questions you do ask!" "How fond? Very fond!" Rachel pursued. "I can't say I've ever thought 'how," said Miss Vinrace.
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