Chapter 31: A Tale with an Interrupted Moral

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌⁠Sir George Repington filled up his glass (he was drinking Port wine), motioned Phyllida to a seat on the right, sat himself down opposite, and, to the accompaniment of thunder and lightning and wind and rain, proceeded to entertain her with some vastly interesting details of his domestick history.

"I have already shown you the portrait of my sister Joan, and you will remember that I remarked upon t