Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. “Poor little Miniver! What can she be but what she is?. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Wood again made his appearance in a more composed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, was induced to partake of some refreshment. I'll be outside the hotel at nine-thirty.
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