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At table d'hôte, though he was separated from the new-comers by half a dozen covers, he had leisure to identify them as the Dollonds; and by-and-by the roving, impartial gaze of the Academician's wife encountering him, he could assure himself that the recognition was mutual. They came together at the end of déjeuner, and presently, at Mrs.
His face darkened suddenly, and the smile for a moment died away. "No," he said shortly, "I have been in the Park." "Well," she remarked after a moment, "you must have some tea, anyhow. Of course you will wait and see mamma; she has gone to the Dollonds' 'at home, you know. I an all alone. If you like, we will have it in here, as we did in the old days a regular schoolroom tea."
Eve looked at the old lady questioningly for a minute. "I think he went with the Dollonds," she answered gravely. "Ah, my dear, no wonder his letter was dull! Then you didn't see him? Well, I suppose he will come back soon. You mustn't be jealous of him, you know. He is very much lié with your husband, isn't he?" "I don't suppose he will see quite so much of him now."
This story I heard related by Mr. Watson at a dinner party at Mr. Arnold's, at Well Hall, near Eltham, where were also Mr. Dollonds, and Mr. J. R. Arnold, the son. A Constant Reader. August, 24, 1828. Our Correspondent will perceive that we have qualified some phrases of his letter, but that all the facts appear.
Oswyn had asked him, one evening, just before they parted on the doorstep of the club, with a certain abruptness which the other had long since learnt to understand, why he was in London instead of being at Bordighera. Rainham sighed, echoing the question as if the idea suggested was entirely novel. "Why, because Well, for one thing, because you are in London and the Dollonds are at Bordighera.
A week later, as from the window of the receding Italian train he caught a last glimpse of the Dollonds on the crowded platform, he waved a polite farewell to them with a sensible relief. It was a week in which Mrs.
"It is delightful," he said again, when they were once more alone and he had accepted a well-creamed cup and a waferlike tartine; "and I feel as if I had turned back several years. But how is it, by-the-bye, that you have not gone to the Dollonds'?" She laughed up at him merrily. "Because I have had much more important things to do. I have been with my dressmaker.
Besides the Dollonds there were two or three of the Turk Street fraternity; a young sculptor, newly arrived from Rome, with his wife; Dionysus F. Quain, an American interested in petroleum, who had patronized Lightmark also at Rome; and Copal, whose studio was in the same building, and who was manifestly anxious about his Chelsea teacups. Mrs.
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