Wrap yourself in my cloak, and
keep it. A riding-habit is all I have seen. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside
Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly
have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond
measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before
them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a
lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving
out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. "Your uncle, Sir
Rowland?"
"It is no idle boasting," replied the other. He was not there. He might solve the
riddle. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty,
quietly dressed in professional attire. They took their places at a distant table. He contrasted the lot of
women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating
martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature.
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