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Updated: June 10, 2025
Here were the Conistons, and Landi, whom Edith was always delighted to see. It was a large and gay lunch. Edith was placed some distance from Mr Mitchell. Of course there was also a novelty some lion or other was always at the Mitchells'. Today it consisted of a certain clergyman, called the Rev. Byrne Fraser, of whom Mrs Mitchell and her circle were making much.
I know I'm old-fashioned, but it's impossible for me not to associate everything Spanish with the ridiculous. I think of guitars, mantillas, sombreros, or what else is it? Ah, I know onions. 'She isn't even Spanish, really! 'Then why did you deceive me? said Landi, a shade absently, with a glance at his watch and another in the mirror. 'She can't remain with Aylmer. She knows it herself.
How many poor Italians yes, and many people of other nationalities had reason to bless his acquaintance! How kind, how warm-hearted, how foolishly extravagant on others was Landi! His brilliant cleverness, which made him received almost as an Englishman among English people, was not, however, the cleverness of the arriviste.
The war will be over in six months. Mark my words! And then won't we have a good time! 'Dear Mr Mitchell! said Edith to herself as she drove back home in the dark. Landi was growing rather anxious about his favourite, for it was quite obvious to him that she was daily becoming more and more under the spell.
And no girl or woman friend much as they might like her, and she them could ever take the place of Landi, the wise and ever-sympathetic. There was something in his mental attitude that was not unfeminine, direct and assertive as he was. He had what is generally known as feminine intuition, a quality perhaps even rarer in women than in men.
Landi waved him off and went up to Mrs Mitchell, said something which made her laugh and blush and try to hit him with her fan the fan, the assault and the manner were all out of date, but Mrs Mitchell made no pretence at going with the times and his object was gained. Sir Tito took Edith in to dinner. On her other side was Mr Mitchell.
'Many people have love in their lives without a violent public scandal, he repeated. 'Yes, I know. I understand what you mean. But I hate deceit, Landi. I don't think I could lead a double life. And even if I would, he wouldn't! She spoke rather proudly. 'Pauvre garcon! said Sir Tito. 'Je l'admire. 'So do I, said Edith.
Hangings that had been clutched had been torn from the walls; a great mirror was cracked from top to bottom; tables were overset and wrecked; chairs were splintered; and hardly a pane of glass remained in any of the windows. And everywhere there was blood, everywhere dead men. Up the stairs came trooping now our assembled forces led by Landi and the Pallavicini. Below all was quiet.
To Edith's joy, as they entered the Mitchell's huge, familiar drawing-room, the first person she saw was her beloved confidant, Sir Tito Landi. This was the friend of all others whom she most longed to see at this particular moment. The extraordinary confidence and friendship between the successful Italian composer and Edith Ottley needs, perhaps, a word of explanation.
'I'm very sorry, dear, but you remember I told you I'm in a hurry.... I've an appointment at Landi's studio. 'Landi? And who is that? 'You know him the composer Sir Tito. 'Oh, darling Sir Tito! Of course I do know him! She smiled reminiscently. 'Won't you have anything to eat, dear? Do have a muffin! Oh, bother, there are none. I wonder how it is cook always forgets?
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