Could it have been his own name? Was that why Angela covered the page so
quickly when he came in? The thought added to his growing dislike of
B.M. He had had the impertinence to discuss him in this very room. Why had
Angela never told him? It was very unlike her to conceal anything; she
had been the soul of candour. He turned the pages, picking out every
reference to B. M. "B. M. told me the story of his childhood. His mother
went out charring . . . When I think of it
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living in such luxury. . . . Three guineas for one hat!" If only she had
discussed the matter with him
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about questions that were much too difficult for her to understand! He
had lent her books.