Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

She has moved to the seat that Lady Gastwyck had vacated. She is leaning forward with lips parted, and her limpid blue eyes gazing at the dead embers. Lady Gastwyck recoils as though struck by a whip. She moves to the Chesterfield and leans against it, biting her nails. Lord Gumthorpe moves deeper into the recess, struggling with the emotions which the astounding act of Angela has produced.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

She is leaning forward on the Chesterfield, her chin resting on her hand, her eyebrow looking like an enormous black moustache. He feels his way along the wall, keeping his face towards Lady Gastwyck. He knows—he was educated at Eton and Christchurch—that as the fan has fallen into the fireplace, unless it has been removed, it will be there still. Very slowly he reaches the grate and, without turning his head, picks up the fan. It is a moment of intense emotion. The air is charged with electric suspense.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Angela turns and smiles gently like one who has done one's best at a deathbed, and is almost relieved that the end has come. She walks almost serenely across the room to the sideboard, and, taking up a piece of cheese and three bananas, goes off to bed. But the effect on Lady Gastwyck is different, for directly she hears Lord Gumthorpe make this remark she realizes that he is a weak man.
There is a pond at the end of the lawn covered with green sedge. She shivers. She has courage, but not that sort of courage. She rises and leans against the Adams' fireplace.
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