Chapter 25
JOHNNIE SAYS HE IS MUCH OBLIGED Beatrice, just back from riding with Bromfield, stood on the steps in front of the grilled door and stripped the gloves from her hands. "I'm on fire with impatience, Bee," he told her. "I can hardly wait for that three weeks to pass. The days drag when I'm not with you." He was standing a step or two below her, a graceful, well-groomed figure of ease, an altogether desirable catch in the matrimonial market. His dark hair, parted in the middle, was beginning to thin, and tiny crow's-feet radiated from the eyes, but he retained the light, slim figure of youth. It ought not to be hard to love Clarendon Bromfield, his fiancee reflected. Yet he disappointingly failed to stir her pulses. She smiled with friendly derision. "Poor Clary! You don't look like a Ves
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