Ricardo, curious as ever, made his inquiries.
Ricardo had the most uncomfortable sensations. Under these circumstances it would be
more comfortable for Mr. Yet we all go to that spectacle,
MonsieurlAbbe.
I say: I must have my dear friend proud of
me.
I too, said the Vicomte de Mirandol, rising from
his chair, a trifleabruptly perhaps.
For the prospect ofan adventure never failed to
thrill him.
Ricardo had the most uncomfortable
sensations.
He retired discreetly to his room without troubling
to select a book fromthe library at all. He allowed what hetook to be a space of
five minutes.
The gabare is a good gabare, he
continued.
But sometimes I am troubled bythese
questions.
There was a reversal of positions herewhich
thoroughly intrigued Mr.
He threw the curtains wide open with a rattle of
rings, and wound theblind up with its roller.
Webster disclaimed the praise of his mistress very
pleasantly.
I certainly dont want to butt into the middle of
some highly illicitaffair, he argued.
Now, and with a gesture of melodramahe flung open
the door and stepped swiftly within.
Someone had slid with the swiftness of a snakeinto
that room and turned a key. For the prospect ofan adventure never failed to thrill
him. Ricardos eyes could notpierce those curtains; nor had he the least excuse to
renew his signal.
The soundrecalled her to her environment, and she
glanced guiltily across thetable.
To be sure, Hanaud agreed hastily and with all
possible deference.
The building was illuminated like a
palace.
Here is a letter, he said, and he took it across
the room to Hanaud. Lookingout from the front window his gaze wandered over the
peaceful stretch ofempty country. Onthe table, by the letter, rested a hand, and
beyond the hand an arm.
TheAbbe Fauriel was even quicker than Mr. I should
really be ashamed, even if I were able to excusemyself on the ground of Gallic
levity.
Inquisitiveness made him ask: You have changed her
name? TheAbbe Fauriel was even quicker than Mr. Ricardo sought anunworthy
consolation in that difference. I shall look forward to seeing something of the
vintage under yourguidance tomorrow, Mr. Evelyn Devenish stood near the window in a
group with Diana and thetwo young Frenchmen.
He found somewhere a shrill piercing voice
withwhich to speak.
You said that you wouldlike to come round with me
tomorrow, he said. As he moved towards the table Joyce Whipple stood in his way.
Monsieur Le Vicomte Cassandre de Mirandol.