Chapter 12
DISTRESSING NEWS Mrs. Carraby advanced into the library of the great house in Grosvenor Square. Her husband had risen from his desk and was standing with his hands in his pockets upon the hearth-rug. His dress was as neat and correct as ever, his hair as accurately parted, his small moustache as effectually twirled. Yet there was a frown upon his face, an expression of gloomy peevishness about his expression. His wife stood and looked at him, looked at him and thought. "You are back early," he said. "What is the matter? You don't look radiantly happy. I thought you were looking forward so much to this bazaar." "I was," she replied. "I am disappointed." He saw then that her silence was not a matter of indifference but of anger. "What's wrong?" he asked quickly. Her lips parted for a m
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