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CHAPTER XX
 During the journey to town Adeline would talk of nothing but her intention to taste all the amusements which London had to offer. She asked numberless questions with the persistency1 of an inquisitive2 child, while Lottie modestly hid herself behind a copy of "Tit Bits," which had been bought for her.  
"Now I will read out the names of the plays advertised in the 'Telegraph,'" she said, "and you must tell me what each is like, and whether the actors are good, and the actresses pretty, and things of that kind."
 
Richard entered with zest3 into the conversation. He was in a boisterous4 mood, and found her very willing to be diverted. Once, when he used a technical term, she stopped him: "Remember, I have never been to a theatre." On Sunday she had made the same remark several times. It seemed as if she liked to insist on the point.
 
The morning was delicious, full of light and freshness, and the torpid5 countryside through which the train swept at full speed suggested a gentle yet piquant6 contrast to the urban, gaslight themes which they were discussing. Though the sun shone with power, Adeline would not have the blinds drawn7, but sometimes she used the newspaper for a shade, or bent8 her head so that the broad brim of her hat might come between her eyes and the sunshine. After an hour the talk slackened somewhat. As Richard, from his seat opposite, looked now at Adeline and now at the landscape, a perfect content stole over him. He wished that the distance to London could have been multiplied tenfold, and rejoiced in every delay. Then he began to miss the purport9 of her questions, and she had to repeat them. He was examining his heart. "Is this love?" his thoughts ran. "Do I actually love her now,—now?"
 
When the train stopped at New Cross, and Richard said that they would be at London Bridge in a few minutes, she asked when he would go down to Carteret Street.
 
"Any time," he said.
 
"To-morrow night?"
 
He had hoped she would fix the same evening. "When is the theatre-going to commence?" he queried10.
 
She laughed vaguely11: &qu............
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