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"I can assure you, Lady Blennington," he declared, "that so far as my sex is represented here to-day, we are very strenuous people indeed. Signor di Marito here carries upon his shoulders a burden, just at the present moment, which few of the ambassadors would care to have to deal with. Mr.
"Tell me," he said, "if she came from this little island in the Mediterranean, why does she speak English so perfectly?" "She was educated in England," Lady Blennington told him. "Afterwards, her brother took her to South America. She had some small fortune, I believe, but when she came back they were penniless. They were really living as small market gardeners when Mr. Weatherley found them."
"I can't," Lady Blennington remarked. "I am going to a foolish dinner-party, besides which, of course, you don't want to be bothered with a woman." "Nor can I," Sabatini echoed. "I have appointments all the evening." "I, alas!" Signor di Marito sighed, "must not leave my post for one single moment. These are no days for theatre-going for my poor countrymen."
Arnold glanced at her deliberately and back again at his hostess. "There is nothing for me to say about her," he declared. "You are wonderful," she murmured. "That is so exactly what one feels about Lady Blennington. Then there is Lady Templeton that fluffy little thing behind my husband. She looks rather as though she had come out of a toy shop, does she not?" "She looks nice," Arnold admitted.
"You will have to go through it, too. She certainly is one of the loveliest women I ever saw. I suppose you are already convinced that she is entirely adorable?" "She has been very kind to me," Arnold replied. "She would be," Lady Blennington remarked, dryly. "Look at her husband.
Once she nodded back to him, but it was the nod of one who gathers up her skirts as she throws alms to a beggar. Then Arnold realized that his little fit of thoughtfulness had made a material difference to the hum of conversation. He remembered his duty and leaned over toward Lady Blennington. "You promised to tell me more about some of these people," he reminded her.
But for us poor women, alas! there is never any pulling up of the stakes. We, too, hear the music perhaps we hear it oftener than you but we may not follow." "You have compensations," Sabatini remarked. "We have compensations, of course," Lady Blennington admitted, "but what do they amount to, after all?" "You have also a different set of instincts," Signor di Marito interposed.
There is a little cloud it may blow over or it may be the presage of a storm. In a day or two we shall know." "You men are to be envied," Lady Blennington sighed, speaking for a moment more seriously. "You have the power always to roam. You follow the music of the world wherever you will. The drum beats, you pull up your stakes, and away you go.
The luncheon-party consisted of four people Count Sabatini himself, Lady Blennington, Fenella, and a young man whom Arnold had seen once before, attached to one of the Legations. Fenella held out both her hands. "I'm afraid I am late," Arnold said. "It is my fault for not mentioning the hour," Sabatini interposed. "We are continental in our tastes and we like to breakfast early."
She had a son about his age who was going soon into the city and about whom she talked incessantly. On his left, Lady Blennington made frank attempts to engage him in conversation whenever an opportunity arose. Arnold felt his spirits rise with every moment. He laughed and talked the whole of the time, devoting himself with very little intermission to one or the other of his two neighbors. Mr.
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