There was no knowing how long this absorbing conversation might
have continued (it had already attracted the attention of Miss
Felicia) had not a great stir taken place at the door of the
outside hall. Somebody was coming upstairs; or had come upstairs;
somebody that Peter was laughing with--great, hearty laughs, which
showed his delight; somebody that made Miss Felicia raise her head
and listen, a light breaking over her face. Then Peter's head was
thrust in the door:
"Here he is, Felicia. Come along, Holker--I have been wondering--"
"Been wondering what, Peter? That I'd stay away a minute longer
than I could help after this dear lady had arrived? ... Ah, Miss
Felicia! Just as magnificent and as young as ever. Still got that
Marie Antoinette look about you--you ought really--"
"Stop that nonsense, Holker, right away," she cried, advancing a
step to greet him.
"But it's all true, and--"
"Stop, I tell you; none of your sugar-coated lies. I am seventy if
I am a day, and look it, and if it were not for these furbelows I
would look eighty.
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