"The key," replied the widow. ’
Ignoring this, the major slipped his hands about her waist and lifted her to her
feet. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like
a cuckolded old maid. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. Could you come to tea at my rooms one
afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could
have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and
a box at the theatre. Langley, I appeal to you. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating
disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him,
to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. “Here goes,” he said.
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