He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. To this day he and every one else thinks that he married Anna. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him.
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