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They sat rocking in the gondola looking toward the fairy arcade of the ducal palace and the pillars of the saints, and suddenly Miss Dassonville spoke to excuse her quietness. "I must look all I can," she said; "we are leaving the day after to-morrow." If she had retired behind Mrs.
"If you are sure it's only forty francs " Miss Dassonville was doubtful. "Quite sure," Peter was very prompt. "You see they keep them so constantly employed at the hotel" which seemed satisfactorily to make way for the arrangement that the gondola was to call for the two ladies the next morning.
"But as to being rich, why, when you come to a really rich man all I've got wouldn't be a pinch to him." Mr. Dassonville illustrated with his own thumb and fingers how little that would be. "We don't have really rich men in a place like Harmony," he concluded. "You have to go to the city for that." "You've got everything you want, haven't you?" Mr.
Dassonville's hand. If Mr. Dassonville were not rich, how then unless "I beg your pardon, sir, but I thought that is, everybody says you are the richest man in these parts." "As to that, well, perhaps, I have a little more money than my neighbours." Peter breathed relief. The beautiful Mrs. Dassonville's rings were paid for, then.
After an hour in which he had seen the meaning of the pictures emerge from the frontier of mysticism which he knew now for the reflection of his own unstable state, and proceed toward him by way of his intelligence, he heard the Princess say at his shoulder, at least he thought it might have been the Princess for the first word or two, until he turned and saw Miss Dassonville.
That little dark, impudent-looking one, and the flag?" Peter saw; he was not quite, he reminded her, even in the intoxication of a morning on the lagoons with her, quite in that state where he couldn't see his country's flag when it was pointed out to him. They came alongside with long strokes, and sniffed deliciously. "Ah um um " said Miss Dassonville. "I know what that is. It's ham and eggs.
Why did the other one run away?" "That's just the difficulty. I can't remember." He wished sincerely within himself that he might; it seemed it would have served him somehow with Miss Dassonville. "I've been very ill," he apologized. "Anyway, you'd be getting what everybody wants." "And that is " "A woman of your own ... understanding and care ... and children.
"Go on," urged Mr. Dassonville. "I just came to ask you," Peter explained, "if you don't mind telling me, how you got rich?" "But bless you, young man," exclaimed Mr. Dassonville, "I'm not rich." This for a beginning, was, on the face of it, disconcerting. Peter looked about at the rows of books, at the thick, soft carpet and the leather-covered furniture, and at the rings on Mrs.
The mass was over and the crowd departing; they moved from page to page to the storied wall and identified in it the springs of a common experience. "It's like nothing so much," said Miss Dassonville, "as the things I've seen the children make at school, with bits of coloured stone and broken china and rags of tinsel or whatever treasures, laid out in a pattern on the ground."
It was quite four of the clock when he paused at the bottom of the Dassonville lawn to look up at the lace curtains at the tall French windows. Nobody in Bloombury was rich enough to have lace curtains at all the windows, and the boy's spirit rose at the substantial evidence of being at last fairly in the track of his desire. He found Mr.
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