Jack Vettriano, the singing buttler
“You see I did as you asked me to,” she said.
“Yes: I couldn’t wait,” he answered smiling.
After a moment he added: “Only I wish it hadn’t had to be at a ball.”
“Yes, I know.”
She met his glance comprehendingly.
“But after all—even here we’re alone together, aren’t we?”
“Oh, dearest—always!” Archer cried.
“Then stay with me a little longer,” Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan.
It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.
EdithWharton, The age of innocence 1920
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