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She drove up to Queen Anne's Mansions in the dusk, and was whirled up in the lift and deposited in front of her own door. She inserted her little latchkey -- gilded, but practical -- into the key-hole. The drawing-room, she saw, glancing through the iridescent panes at the side of the door, was lighted up.
"She is at home, then," she thought to herself. "Dear, sweet, tiresome little thing that she is. Entertaining Dr. André with strong tea, and weak philosophy, no doubt. But now that I have got her out of this mess, I intend to wash my hands of her and her amatory affairs. I am sure I hope I may never again see a situation so at first hand. I prefer to invent them myself. It is less wearing in the long run."