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The box of photographs fell and scattered on the floor. He turned his head sharply and hid his face in the cushions. It was very quiet in the room, the fire burnt steadily, and outside the dusk had already fallen. There was a very little knock at the door, but he did not hear it; the door opened with a breath of fresh cold air and a faint scent of violets as Renata entered.
His Sacrifizio, styled 'favola pastorale' on the title-page of the first impression, was acted at the palace of Francesco d' Este at Ferrara in the presence of Ercole II and his son Luigi, and of the Duchess Renata and her daughters Lucrezia and Leonora, on two occasions in February and March 1554.
Then she rose and, smiling, kissed Els, who was sleeping, on the forehead, told Sister Renata that she would go to rest, and lay down on her bed in the darkened chamber. Whilst praying and reflecting she had thought constantly of her mother.
They counted it together, but no amount of reckoning would make seven sovereigns out of six. The silver was correct. "It must have fallen down," said Renata at last and put it away carefully in her desk. They were late for dinner, and Mr. Aston pretended to upbraid them and told Renata to take her soup and leave her correspondence alone, for there was a big envelope lying by her plate.
Aston returned they found Aymer whistling and drawing ridiculous caricatures of the family on the back of the Times, and he was so outrageously flippant and witty that his father glanced at him suspiciously from time to time. "Why haven't you let Vespasian light up?" he inquired. "I'm afraid to call Vespasian. Renata has been raiding and I shall get a lecture.
Being my all, it is a superior present to more pretentious donations." "Six pounds four and sixpence, however," persisted Nevil. Aymer looked up quickly. "Did you count it?" Nevil nodded. "It must have dropped," said Aymer slowly. "I'll send it you with the interest, Renata." But he knew it had not been dropped. Mr.
"Then I dismiss further responsibility. I'm really more pleased than I can say, Christopher. Poor little Patricia! What fortune for her!" "You clearly understand there won't be any fortune?" persisted the other bluntly. "Oh, Peter's fortune? Of course not. Where's the obligation? I'll go and tell Renata." He strolled off and Christopher hurried to the West Room, where he found Aymer and Mr.
He'll be adding 'breakages' to the weekly bill." "I'll pay," pleaded Aymer, contritely, "if you won't tell him. Where is he?" "Gone to London, of all the preposterous things; so Renata says. She expects him back to-morrow, I suppose Bowden will look after him, but I should have wired to them had I known he was going." He seemed really a little worried, and Aymer laughed. "What a family, St.
And Christopher was obliged to allow that Patricia had some ground for her statement. It was a smaller room than the one in London, and singularly like it, only the prevailing note was lighter and gayer in tone. Aymer was there, lying on a similar sofa to his usual one, with the familiar cover across his feet. Renata was making tea, and making Cæsar laugh also.
"She, too, will do it some day. It's lamentable, but unavoidable. And talking of Patricia brings me back to Christopher's remarkableness." He related the little scene he had just witnessed in his slow, clear way, made no comment thereon, but poked the fire meditatively, when he had finished. Aymer, too, was silent. "You are her sole guardian, are you not?" he asked presently. "With Renata.
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