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Later, he murmured to Audrey across the table, while Tommy was ordering a salad, that there were tennis courts in the Luxembourg gardens. "I used to paint," Miss Ingate broke out. "And I'm beginning to think I should like to paint again." Said Nick, enraptured: "I'll let you use my studio, if you will. I'd just love you to, now! Where did you study?"
As soon as you come to a cabstand you're all right." And then, in the distance, Audrey saw a man apparently tampering with a gate that led to an area. "Why," she said excitedly, "that's the house we're staying in!" "Of course it isn't!" said Miss Ingate. I'm sure we're at least two miles off our beds."
The presence of the Cabinet Minister accounted for the presence of Jane Foley; the presence of Jane Foley accounted for the presence of Audrey; and the presence of Audrey accounted for the presence of Miss Ingate.
"Oh! My trunk!" cried Miss Ingate. Beneath a pile of other trunks on an incoming truck she had espied her property. Audrey saw it, too. The vision was magical. The trunk seemed like a piece of home, a bit of Moze and of England. It drew affection from them as though it had been an animal. They sped towards it, forgetting their small baggage.
It caused acute excitement in Audrey. "I shall come at once," said she. Getting rid of Aguilar, she knocked at the door of No. 37. "Read that," she ordered Miss Ingate and Madame Piriac, giving them the note jointly. "And are you going?" said Miss Ingate, nervous and impressed. "Of course," Audrey answered. "Don't they ask me to go at once?
He was the rock and the cushion. She would send Miss Ingate out for the afternoon. As the audience hurried eagerly forth she spoke sharply to Miss Ingate. She was indeed very rude to Miss Ingate. She was exasperated, and Miss Ingate happened to be handy. In the foyer not a trace of the Foa clan nor of Madame Piriac and her husband, nor of Mr. Gilman!
Then it was that Miss Ingate, who since Charing Cross had been a little excited by a glimpsed newspaper contents-bill indicating suffragette riots that morning, perceived, through the open door of the cabin, a most beautiful and most elegant girl, attired impeccably in that ritualistic garb of travel which the truly cosmopolitan wear on combined rail-and-ocean journeys and on no other occasions.
I might have known he would." "Why! It's going off!" exclaimed Miss Ingate. The yacht swung slowly round, held by her stern to the Hard. Then the last hawser was cast off, and she floated away on the first of the ebb; and as she moved, her main-sail, unbrailed, spread itself out and became a vast pinion.
You know I promised that to Miss Ingate." "That's all right, so long as you don't pay mine, my dear," said Jane Foley with an affectionate smile. "Jenny!" Audrey protested, full of heroine-worship. "How could you think I would ever do such a mean thing!" There came a dull, vague, voluminous sound from the direction of the Imperial Hall. It lasted for quite a number of seconds.
Burke had shared rooms and studio with Nick for many months. Tommy's narrative was spotted with hardly perceptible sarcasms concerning art, women, Betty Burke, Mrs. Burke, and Nick; but she put no barb into Rosamund. And when Miss Ingate, who had never met Rosamund, asked what Rosamund amounted to in the esteem of Tommy, Tommy evaded the question.
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