He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. . On the fifth day he had ventured speech with her. Never any doubt of it. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear in a police-court next day. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so —“will say! What are we to tell people? “Besides, what am I to tell your father?” At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the position of things if she returned. If I’d known, there would have been a different story.
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