Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Men ought not to idealize any woman. Sometimes I am frightfully busy; and then there will be periods of dullness. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly. “Our business here is the right way. I may as well think. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. I do want them. ’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse.
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