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Mrs. Mason seemed pleased at this news. She slightly tossed her head, and remarked that she wished she had been there.
“Now I’m going to make you lose your temper,” said Gamadge.
“Mine?”
“I’m going to scold you, warn you, and give you some advice.”
Mrs. Mason looked affronted, then alarmed. She said: “Why, Henry, what have I done?”
“I don’t entirely know.” He glanced about the room; seldom had he seen a more delightful one, with its long azure draperies, its pale-gold sheen of satinwood, its silvery walls. The twin beds, luxuriously appointed and supplied each with its blue-and-rose eiderdown, had a pair of night tables between them, with tambour-fronted drawers, silver reading lights and crystal ash trays.
In the north-west corner of the room stood a desk, it
