United States or American Samoa ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I won't try to." "But," he said, with now a sort of joking persistence, which was only a mask for an almost irritable curiosity, "I want to know." "And you shall. Maurice and I are dining to-night at Caminiti's in Peathill Street, just off Regent Street. Come and meet us there, and we'll all three spend the evening together.
It was like a return to their talk in London at Caminiti's restaurant, when Hermione and Artois discussed topics that interested them, and Maurice listened until Hermione appealed to him for his opinion. But now he was more deeply interested than his companions. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know about pitying and forgiving, but I expect you're right, Hermione." "How?"
Something almost paternal shone in his gray eyes as he stretched his large limbs on Caminiti's notion of a Turkish divan, and watched the first smoke-wreaths rise from his cigar, a light which made his face most pleasantly expressive to Hermione. "He likes Maurice," she thought, with a glow of pleasure, and with the thought came into her heart an even deeper love for Maurice.
For an instant it seemed to him that the years had rolled back, that he was in London, in Caminiti's restaurant, that he saw Maurice Delarey, with the reverential expression on his face that had been so pleasing. Yes, the boy Ruffo looked like him in that moment, as he stood there, wishing to do his devoir, to be polite, but not knowing how to. "Never mind, Ruffo," It was Vere's voice.
Word Of The Day