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revised by Mr. Haldane and the London School of Economics and finished
in the Keltic school.
"It's unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley," he said, shaking hands
in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; "but you know you said we might
"It's dreadful for you to be here," he said, indicating the yellow
presence of the first fog of the year without, "but your aunt told me
something of what had happened. It's just like your Splendid Pride to do
He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the
extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed
himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and
carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. Ann Veronica
sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an
"But how is it all going to end?" said Mr. Manning.
"Your father, of course," he said, "must come to realize just how
Splendid you are! He doesn't understand. I've seen him, and he doesn't
a bit understand. _I_ didn't understand before that letter. It makes me
want to be just everything I CAN be to you. You're like some splendid
Princess in Exile in these Dreadful Dingy apartments!"
"I'm afraid I'm anything but a Princess when it comes to earning a
salary," said Ann Veronica. "But frankly, I mean to fight this through
if I possibly can."
"My God!" said Manning, in a stage-aside. "Earning a salary!"
"You're like a Princess in Exile!" he repeated, overruling her. "You
come into these sordid surroundings--you mustn't mind my calling them
sordid--and it makes them seem as though they didn't matter.... I
don't think they do matter. I don't think any surroundings could throw a
shadow on you."
Ann Veronica felt a slight embarrassment. "Won't you have some more tea,
Mr. Manning?" she asked.
"You know--," said Mr. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering
her question, "when I hear you talk of earning a living, it's as if I
heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange--or Christ selling
doves.... Forgive my daring. I couldn't help the thought."
"It's a very good image," said Ann Veronica.
"I knew you wouldn't mind."
"But does it correspond with the facts of the case? You know, Mr.
Manning, all this sort of thing is very well as sentiment, but does it
correspond with the realities? Are women truly such angelic things and
men so chivalrous? You men have, I know, meant to make us Queens and
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