"That's enough!"
She caught at his arm as he turned away. "What are you going to do,
George?"
"I'll not talk about it, now," he said heavily. "I think you've done
a good deal for one day, Aunt Fanny!"
And Fanny, seeing the passion in his face, began to be alarmed. She
tried to retain possession of the black velvet sleeve which her
fingers had clutched, and he suffered her to do so, but used this
leverage to urge her to the door. "George, you know I'm sorry for
you, whether you care or not," she whimpered. "I never in the world
would have spoken of it, if I hadn't thought you knew all about it. I
wouldn't have--"
But he had opened the door with his free hand. "Never mind!" he said,
and she was obliged to pass out into the hall, the door closing
quickly behind her.
Chapter XXII
George took off his dressing-gown and put on a collar and a tie, his
fingers shaking so that the tie was not his usual success; then he
picked up his coat and waistcoat, and left the room while still in
process of donning them, fastening the buttons, as he ran down the
front stairs to the door.
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