Don’t ask me how. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. "I will be there at the time. "I do," replied Kneebone. Gerald tried it. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. ‘If you will not tell me about Valade, so be it. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river.
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