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Updated: May 16, 2025
'Discreet, she coquetted. 'People will talk. 'Let them, said Mr. Dunckley earnestly. 'Madame Carlotti, I think you know Mr. Dunckley H. Stackton Dunckley and you too, Mrs. Le Roy Jennings; you clever people ought to be friends at once. And I want you to meet Mr. Pyford, the' 'Hah d'ye do? 'How are you? 'Ro splendid, thanks. 'We were discussing, said Lady Durwent 'discussing'
'I'm certainly not going to become a professional critic like Stackton Dunckley, who hasn't even the excuse that he's an Irishman; or Lucia Carlotti, who hardly ever leaves London because her dinners cost her nothing. But I reserve the right of personal resentment.
Selwyn, said Lady Durwent, 'I knew you would want to meet some of London's I should say some of England's accomplished people. 'Oimè! I am afraid that obleeterates me, smiled Madame Carlotti, whose social charm was rising fast at the sight of a good-looking stranger. 'No, indeed, Lucia, effused the hostess.
Possessed of a certain social dexterity and the ability to make the most ordinary conversation seem to concern a forbidden topic, Madame Carlotti was in great demand as a guest, and abused more English habits and attended more dinner-parties than any other woman in London. From beneath seven tradesmen's letters she extracted one from Lady Durwent.
The resolutionist swept into the room clothed in black disorder, much as if she had started to dress in a fit of temper and had been overtaken by a gale. She knew Madame Carlotti. She did not know Mr. Norton Pyford, the Norton Pyford. She was glad to know him.
He tries to get Fra Fraliccolo and Carlo Carlotti the Condottiere to steal the document from...let me see; what was he called?...Oh, yes...from the Dog of Venice, so that...or...no, hang it, you put me out, that's all wrong. It's the other way round. Pio wasn't clever at all; he's a regular darned fool. It's the Dog that's crafty.
He is so persistent. There will be just half-a-dozen unusual people there, my dear, so don't fail me. Dinner will be at 8.30. So sincerely, SYBIL DERWENT. 'P.S. Don't you think you could make Stackton interested in you? Your husband is away so much. Madame Carlotti smiled with her teeth and drank some very strong coffee.
When the sun comes sacramento! he sees his mistake and goes queek away. Ah, Signor Selwyn, it ees désolant that I am compelled to live here. A roar of unfeeling laughter greeting her familiar plaint, Madame Carlotti took a hitch in her gown and reimprisoned some of her person which had escaped from custody. 'Then, said Johnston Smyth, 'if we are all of a mind, there is no need to have a trial.
Madame Carlotti, clothed in a kimono of emphatic shade, sat by the fire in her rooms in Knightsbridge and read her mail while sipping coffee. She was the wife of an Italian diplomat, a sort of wandering plenipotentiary who did business in every part of the world but London, and with every Government but that of Britain.
He had an obscure recollection of sitting down next to his hostess; that the table, like Arthur's, was a round one; that Johnston Smyth was seated beside Miss Durwent and was ogling one of Lady Durwent's maids. Then he remembered that he had heard some voice in his ear for several minutes past, and, growing curious, took a surreptitious glance, to find that it belonged to Madame Carlotti.
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