The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. Nothing. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You should have gone to Charvill. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. ‘I was not born to this. . Gerald’s task was to stop him from doing so. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice.
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