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"It has a pleasant site, I'll not deny," said Lady Blanchemain. "But don't you find it a trifle far away? And a bit up-hill? I'm staying at the Victoria at Roccadoro, and it took me an hour and a half to drive here." "But since," said John, with a flattering glance, "since you are here, I have no further reason to deplore its farawayness.
"Fudge," said Lady Blanchemain. "London's the most beautiful capital in Europe it's grandiose. And it's the only place where there are any people. "Yes," said John, "but, as at Nice and Homburg, too many of them are English. And there's a liberal scattering, I've heard, of Jews?" "Oh, Jews are all right when they aren't Jewy," said Lady Blanchemain, with magnanimity. "I know some very nice ones.
"Oh," he said, "there are several causes there are exactly nine million and ninety-eight." "Name," commanded Lady Blanchemain, "the first and the last." "Well," obeyed he, pondering, "I should think the first, the last, and perhaps the chief intermediate, would be the whole blessed thing." And his arm described a circle which comprehended the castle and all within it, and the countryside without.
"So I've driven over from Roccadoro," the newcomer continued, "to have a farewell look at a young man of my acquaintance who's staying here. I dare say you may know him. He has blue eyes and a red beard, a flattering manner and a pretty wit, and his name is Blanchemain." "Oh?" said Maria Dolores, her eyebrows going up. "Is that his name? You mean the young Englishman who lives with the parroco?"
He would no more dream of healing a well-established family feud than of selling the family plate. And I well, surely, it would never be for me to make the advances." "No, you're right," acknowledged Lady Blanchemain. "The advances should come from her. But people have such a fatal way even without being temperamental conservatives of leaving things as they find them.
"Then one has moods in which one leaves them off." "I have a ring in my pocket which I think belongs to you," said he. "Really? I don't know that any of my rings are missing." "Here it is," said he. He produced the little old shagreen case he had received from Lady Blanchemain, opened, and offered it. "It is a singularly beautiful ring," said she, her eyes admiring. "But it doesn't belong to me."
Your woman at the castle." "My woman at the castle appeared to leave you cold," he complained. "I arrived full of her, and you wouldn't listen." "So you're already in love with her?" said Lady Blanchemain. "No not yet," said he. "As yet I merely recognize in her admirable material for a painting, and regret that such material should go begging for the lack of a painter.
She studied the sun-dial, and smiled; and what with her dark eyes and softly chiselled features, the pale rose in her cheeks and the deeper rose of her mouth, with her hair too, almost black in shadow, but where the sun touched it turning to sombre red, yes, I think you would have agreed that she was beautiful. Lady Blanchemain, at any rate, found her so. "She's quite lovely," she declared.
"The only difference will be a question of what constitutes the pigtail. And are you, then, remaining at Sant' Alessina?" "For the present," answered John. "Until ?" she questioned. "Oh, well, until she sends me away, or leaves herself," said he, "and so my fool's paradise achieves its inevitable end." Lady Blanchemain laughed a long, quiet laugh of amused contentment.
His yellow hair was thick and fine, and if it hadn't been cropped so close would have curled a little. His beard, in small crinkly spirals, did actually curl, and toward the edge its yellow burned to red. And his blue eyes were so very very blue, and so very keen, and so very frank and pleasant "They are like sailors' eyes," thought Lady Blanchemain, who had a sentiment for sailors.
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