But Mrs. Norbury was still talking.
"Girls are so foolish, Mr. Gillingham," she was saying. "It is
fortunate that they have mothers to guide them. It was so
obvious to me from the beginning that dear Mr. Ablett was just
the husband for my little girl. You never knew him?"
Antony said again that he had not seen Mr. Ablett.
"Such a gentleman. So nice-looking, in his artistic way. A
regular Velasquez--I should say Van Dyck. Angela would have it
that she could never marry a man with a beard. As if that
mattered, when--" She broke off, and Antony finished her sentence
for her.
"The Red House is certainly charming," he said.
"Charming. Quite charming. And it is not as if Mr. Ablett's
appearance were in any way undistinguished. Quite the contrary.
I'm sure you agree with me?"
Antony said that he had never had the pleasure of seeing Mr.
Ablett.
"Yes. And quite the centre of the literary and artistic world.
So desirable in every way."
She gave a deep sigh, and communed with herself for a little.
Antony was, about to snatch the opportunity of leaving, when Mrs.
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