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It took longer to find than the basket, and he stood perspiring in the evening sun, trying to avoid the smell of the drains and to prevent the little girl from singing against Poggibonsi. The olive-trees beside him were draped with the weekly or more probably the monthly wash. What a frightful spotty blouse! He could not think where he had seen it. Then he remembered that it was Lilia's.
The whole thing is like one of those horrible modern plays where no one is in 'the right. But if we have mourning, it will mean telling Irma." "Of course we must tell Irma!" said Philip. "Of course," said his mother. "But I think we can still not tell her about Lilia's marriage." "I don't think that. And she must have suspected something by now." "So one would have supposed.
If Mrs. Herriton had no imagination, she had intuition, a more useful quality, and the picture she made to herself of Lilia's FIANCE did not prove altogether wrong. So Philip was received with the news that he must start in half an hour for Monteriano. He was in a painful position. For three years he had sung the praises of the Italians, but he had never contemplated having one as a relative.
At the time of Lilia's death Philip Herriton was just twenty-four years of age indeed the news reached Sawston on his birthday. He was a tall, weakly-built young man, whose clothes had to be judiciously padded on the shoulders in order to make him pass muster. His face was plain rather than not, and there was a curious mixture in it of good and bad.
It was in this house that the brief and inevitable tragedy of Lilia's married life took place. She made Gino buy it for her, because it was there she had first seen him sitting on the mud wall that faced the Volterra gate.
Theobald, using plain language about Lilia's conduct, and hinting that it was a question on which every one must definitely choose sides. She added, as if it was an afterthought, that Mrs. Theobald's letter had arrived that morning. Just as she was going upstairs she remembered that she never covered up those peas.
Right at the end, in a few nonchalant sentences, she offered to adopt the child, provided that Gino would undertake never to come near it, and would surrender some of Lilia's money for its education. "What do you think of it?" she asked her son. "It would not do to let him know that we are anxious for it." "Certainly he will never suppose that." "But what effect will the letter have on him?"
The cheque was, of course, Lilia's, who was extremely generous, and was quite willing to know anybody so long as she had not to live with them, relations-in-law being on her nerves. She liked nothing better than finding out some obscure and distant connection there were several of them and acting the lady bountiful, leaving behind her bewilderment, and too often discontent.
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