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ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-1-2
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-3-4
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-5-6
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-7
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-1-2
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-3
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-1-2
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-3-4-5
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-6-7
THE CRISIS-1-2-3-4
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-1-2-3
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-4-5-6
EXPOSTULATIONS-1-2-3-4
EXPOSTULATIONS-5-6
IDEALS AND A REALITY-1-2
IDEALS AND A REALITY-3-4
IDEALS AND A REALITY-5-6-7
BIOLOGY-1-2
BIOLOGY-3-4-5-6
BIOLOGY-7-8-9
DISCORDS-1
DISCORDS-2-3-4
DISCORDS-5-6-8-9
THE SUFFRAGETTES-1-2-3
THE SUFFRAGETTES-4-5
THOUGHTS IN PRISON-1-2-3-4-5-6
ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER-1-2-3-4-5-6-7
THE SAPPHIRE RING-1-2-3-4
THE SAPPHIRE RING-5-6
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-1-2-3
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-4-5-6
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME-1-2-3
IN THE MOUNTAINS-1-2-3-4
IN THE MOUNTAINS-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
IN PERSPECTIVE-1-2-3

merely the maid moving about in the hall. 

 

"Wonderful man!" said Ann Veronica, reassured, and stroking his cheek 

with her finger. 

 

Capes made a quick movement as if to bite that aggressive digit, but it 

withdrew to Ann Veronica's side. 

 

"I was really interested in his stuff. I WAS talking to him before I saw 

his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. Then, naturally, I 

went on talking. He--he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. 

Of course, he had no idea who I was." 

 

"But how did you tell him? You've never told me. Wasn't it--a little bit 

of a scene?" 

 

"Oh! let me see. I said I hadn't been at the Royal Society soiree for 

four years, and got him to tell me about some of the fresh Mendelian 

work. He loves the Mendelians because he hates all the big names of 

the eighties and nineties. Then I think I remarked that science was 

disgracefully under-endowed, and confessed I'd had to take to 

more profitable courses. 'The fact of it is,' I said, 'I'm the new 

playwright, Thomas More. Perhaps you've heard--?' Well, you know, he 

had." 

 

"Fame!" 

 

"Isn't it? 'I've not seen your play, Mr. More,' he said, 'but I'm told 

it's the most amusing thing in London at the present time. A friend 

of mine, Ogilvy'--I suppose that's Ogilvy & Ogilvy, who do so many 

divorces, Vee?--'was speaking very highly of it--very highly!'" He 

smiled into her eyes. 

 

"You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises," said Ann 

Veronica. 

 

"I'm still new to them. But after that it was easy. I told him instantly 

and shamelessly that the play was going to be worth ten thousand pounds. 

He agreed it was disgraceful. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner 

to prepare him." 

 

"How? Show me." 

 

"I can't be portentous, dear, when you're about. It's my other side of 

the moon. But I was portentous, I can assure you. 'My name's NOT More, 

Mr. Stanley,' I said. 'That's my pet name.'" 

 

"Yes?" 

 

"I think--yes, I went on in a pleasing blend of the casual and sotto 

voce, 'The fact of it is, sir, I happen to be your son-in-law, Capes. I 

do wish you could come and dine with us some evening. It would make my 

wife very happy.'" 

 

"What did he say?" 

 

"What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries 

to collect one's wits. 'She is constantly thinking of you,' I said." 

 

"And he accepted meekly?" 

 

"Practically. What else could he do? You can't kick up a scene on the 


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