"It wasn't a very
successful little dinner!"
Thereupon he offered his arm to his daughter, who took it fondly, and
they left the room, Isabel assuring him that all his little dinners
were pleasant, and that this one was no exception.
George did not move, and Fanny, following the other two, came round
the table, and paused close beside his chair; but George remained
posed in his great imperturbability, cigar between teeth, eyes upon
ceiling, and paid no attention to her. Fanny waited until the sound
of Isabel's and the Major's voices became inaudible in the hall. Then
she said quickly, and in a low voice so eager that it was unsteady:
"George, you've struck just the treatment to adopt: you're doing the
right thing!"
She hurried out, scurrying after the others with a faint rustling of
her black skirts, leaving George mystified but incurious. He did not
understand why she should bestow her approbation upon him in the
matter, and cared so little whether she did or not that he spared
himself even the trouble of being puzzled about it.
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