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Updated: May 31, 2025
We must owe no more Venetian palaces to underhand services. I see by the newspapers that Streff can now give you as many palaces as you want. Let him have the chance I fancy he'll jump at it, and he's the best man in sight. I wish I were in his shoes. "I'll write again in a day or two, when I've collected my wits, and can give you an address.
Pity now you chucked our surprise visit to the Hickses, and sent Streff up to drag us back just as we were breaking in! You remember?" He flung off the "Streff" airily, in the old way, but with a tentative side-glance at his host; and Lord Altringham, leaning toward Susy, said coldly: "Was Breckenridge speaking about me? I didn't catch what he said.
She pulled herself together. "I was thinking, Streff, just now when I said I hated the very sound of pearls and chinchilla how impossible it was that you should believe me; in fact, what a blunder I'd made in saying it." He smiled. "Because it was what so many other women might be likely to say so awfully unoriginal, in fact?" She laughed for sheer joy at his insight.
"Oh, Streff I can't, I can't!" The words broke from her without her knowing what she was saying. "I can't go with you I can't go to the Embassy. I can't go on any longer like this...." She lifted her eyes to his in desperate appeal. "Oh, understand-do please understand!" she wailed, knowing, while she spoke, the utter impossibility of what she asked.
She had said to herself: "If there's no letter from Nick this time next week I'll write to Streff " and the week had passed, and there was no letter. It was now three weeks since he had left her, and she had had no word but his note from Genoa. She had concluded that, foreseeing the probability of her leaving Venice, he would write to her in care of their Paris bank.
She shrank at the sneer of the "already," but instantly remembered that it was the only thing he could be expected to say, since it was just because he couldn't understand that she was flying from him. "Oh, Streff if I knew how to tell you!" "It doesn't so much matter about the how. Is that what you're trying to say?"
She did not mean to marry Strefford she had not even got as far as contemplating the possibility of a divorce but it was undeniable that this sudden prospect of wealth and freedom was like fresh air in her lungs. She laughed again, but now without bitterness. "Very good, then; we'll lunch together. But it's Streff I want to lunch with to-day."
She knew them, oh, how she knew them though with Streff, thank heaven, she had never been called upon to exercise them! His love was there for the asking: would she not be a fool to refuse it? Perhaps; though on that point her mind still wavered.
If she could have hoped to make Strefford understand that, the letter would have been easy enough to write but she knew just at what point his imagination would fail, in what obvious and superficial inferences it would rest. "Poor Streff poor me!" she thought as she sealed the letter. After she had despatched it a sense of blankness descended on her.
And the heroes and the geniuses haven't they their enormous frailties and their giant appetites? And how should we escape being the victims of our little ones?" She sat for a while without speaking. "But, Streff, how can you say such things, when I know you care: care for me, for instance!" "Care?" He put his hand on hers.
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