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Colonel
and
Mrs.
Garrod
...
Mr.
Hugh
Whitbread
...
Mr.
Bowley
...
Mrs.
Hilbery
...
Lady
Mary
Maddox
...
Mr.
Quin
...
intoned
Wilkin
.
She
had
six
or
seven
words
with
each
,
and
they
went
on
,
they
went
into
the
rooms
;
into
something
now
,
not
nothing
,
since
Ralph
Lyon
had
beat
back
the
curtain
.
And
yet
for
her
own
part
,
it
was
too
much
of
an
effort
.
She
was
not
enjoying
it
.
It
was
too
much
like
being
--
just
anybody
,
standing
there
;
anybody
could
do
it
;
yet
this
anybody
she
did
a
little
admire
,
could
n't
help
feeling
that
she
had
,
anyhow
,
made
this
happen
,
that
it
marked
a
stage
,
this
post
that
she
felt
herself
to
have
become
,
for
oddly
enough
she
had
quite
forgotten
what
she
looked
like
,
but
felt
herself
a
stake
driven
in
at
the
top
of
her
stairs
.
Every
time
she
gave
a
party
she
had
this
feeling
of
being
something
not
herself
,
and
that
every
one
was
unreal
in
one
way
;
much
more
real
in
another
.
It
was
,
she
thought
,
partly
their
clothes
,
partly
being
taken
out
of
their
ordinary
ways
,
partly
the
background
,
it
was
possible
to
say
things
you
could
n't
say
anyhow
else
,
things
that
needed
an
effort
;
possible
to
go
much
deeper
.
But
not
for
her
;
not
yet
anyhow
.
"
How
delightful
to
see
you
!
"
she
said
.
Dear
old
Sir
Harry
!
He
would
know
every
one
.
And
what
was
so
odd
about
it
was
the
sense
one
had
as
they
came
up
the
stairs
one
after
another
,
Mrs.
Mount
and
Celia
,
Herbert
Ainsty
,
Mrs.
Dakers
--
oh
and
Lady
Bruton
!
"
How
awfully
good
of
you
to
come
!
"
she
said
,
and
she
meant
it
--
it
was
odd
how
standing
there
one
felt
them
going
on
,
going
on
,
some
quite
old
,
some
...
WHAT
name
?
Lady
Rosseter
?
But
who
on
earth
was
Lady
Rosseter
?
"
Clarissa
!
"
That
voice
!
It
was
Sally
Seton
!
Sally
Seton
!
after
all
these
years
!
She
loomed
through
a
mist
.
For
she
had
n't
looked
like
THAT
,
Sally
Seton
,
when
Clarissa
grasped
the
hot
water
can
,
to
think
of
her
under
this
roof
,
under
this
roof
!
Not
like
that
!
All
on
top
of
each
other
,
embarrassed
,
laughing
,
words
tumbled
out
--
passing
through
London
;
heard
from
Clara
Haydon
;
what
a
chance
of
seeing
you
!
So
I
thrust
myself
in
--
without
an
invitation
...
One
might
put
down
the
hot
water
can
quite
composedly
.
The
lustre
had
gone
out
of
her
.
Yet
it
was
extraordinary
to
see
her
again
,
older
,
happier
,
less
lovely
.
They
kissed
each
other
,
first
this
cheek
then
that
,
by
the
drawing-room
door
,
and
Clarissa
turned
,
with
Sally
's
hand
in
hers
,
and
saw
her
rooms
full
,
heard
the
roar
of
voices
,
saw
the
candlesticks
,
the
blowing
curtains
,
and
the
roses
which
Richard
had
given
her
.
"
I
have
five
enormous
boys
,
"
said
Sally
.
