“I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. “Your arrival is really most opportune. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. "But what does he mean by calling you a wanton? —you, my wife?" Enschede's hand slipped from his daughter's shoulder. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection.
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