Waiting Up

A Third Person. By B.M. Croker. 1893

CHAPTER IX

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“Roger, shut the door at once; and come here and tell me what you have been doing?” she reiterated sternly.

“Oh, I’ve been dining with Saunders at the club; they were playing snookers, and so I could not get away. I’m sorry I’m so late,” he rejoined, with the utmost sang froid. He was not going to let any cats out of bags.

“Sorry you are so late, are you? and I am sorry too! I always heard, that you were a good sort, but one hears many a thing that is not true. I wonder you can stand there, and look at me without a blush on your face!”