Chapter 34

Sylvia rewarded her by instantly releasing her hand. Her thanks were profuse, and what Clemmie called ‘gushing’. And now she must go, she exclaimed—hoping that her departure would not appear indecently precipitate, but now that she had gained her point she really could not endure the company of these old grenadiers any longer—she would send the carriage back with Margaret’s things, she said, and Margaret’s maid; “dear, dear Clemmie, how kind you are,” she cried, embracing the gaunt form again and appealing to Lady …