Blow evensong! said Alice ecstatically. Wasnt that delicious of him. And the Pope, too; the thin end of the Pope. But how could father be so rude as to begin dictating about linoleum?He took it from her, and noticing the rather incisive politeness of her tone, looked up at her. The furrow was still there, very impatiently ruled, but the clear glance was there also: radiantly it shone on him, quite undisturbed by the superficial agitation. It concerned not the surface of her, but the depths. CHAPTER SIX
"Well--like that; and she says if she comes out all right she will leave us; yes, for the hospital service."I looked down too. "Suppose I should feel sure it ought to be told."Certainly Mamma has no call to be so rude to you, when you do so much for her, she said.Late that night he was sitting alone in his library. The evening had passed precisely as it always did when he and his wife and Alice were by themselves. Lady Keeling had been neither more nor less fatuous than usual, Alice, the slippers being off her mind, had played a couple of games of backgammon with him, and had shown herself as futile an adversary as ever.