I’d rather not go,” she added. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. She is extremely lovely, but for her to have borne the name of the Blessed Virgin would have been nothing short of sacrilege. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. I know who hits hardest. But here it is China.
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