. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. There is no need of your friend to kill you, imbecile, because I shall do so this minute. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. He was damned if he knew what to do. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. “Really it is very kind of you to have found me out. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that confounds me. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. ” She said.
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