Chapter 89
Chapter 89 Laurence lingered, when Catherine had left; Jane filled his glass again. "And you would do as well with a month at the seashore yourself, to look at you," she said. "You have had rather a dreadful time of it, I find, Laurence. Will you stay to dinner?" "I beg your pardon," he said. "Temeraire wishes to go up to London while it is still light out." He thought perhaps he ought to excuse himself; he rather felt that he wished to talk to her, more than knew what he wanted to say, and he could not be standing there stupidly. She rescued him, though, saying, "I am very grateful to you, by the bye, for the compliment to Emily. I have sent on to Powys at Aerial Command to confirm her and Dyer in rank as ensign, just so there should be nothing havey-cavey about the business; but there
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