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Eames was waiting for the bishop, according to appointment. "How about Mrs. Meadows?" he at once began. "She was out, invisible. I waited nearly two hours and then lunched with Count Caloveglia. By the way, have you seen anything of Denis lately?" "No. Why?" "The old man seemed to be concerned about him. He asked me to make enquiries.
"Quite a pretty echo. And you ought to be a voice. Follow my prescription, Denis. The Cave of Mercury." Count Caloveglia remarked: "What a pity that Latin, as scholars' language, for the definition and registration of ideas, was ever abandoned! It has the incalculable advantage that the meanings of words are irrevocably fixed by authority. New ones could be coined as occasion required.
You will find him sound, though he does not push his conclusions as far as I do not in public, at least. Or to Count Caloveglia. He is a remarkable Latin, that old man. Why don't you drive up one day and have a look at his Locri Faun? Street, the South Kensington man, thinks very highly of it." "I would like to listen to you just now. I am listening, and thinking. Please go on.
"Delighted to make your acquaintance," said the millionaire. "Keith was talking about you only yesterday such nice things! Do stay. Count Caloveglia has been touching on most interesting subjects I would come from the other end of the world to listen to him." The Count, manifestly shy of these praises, interrupted by asking: "What do you think of that bronze, Mr. Heard?"
Eames who, in addition, had the good fortune to receive as a gift from his kindly but unassuming friend Count Caloveglia a quaint portrait of the prince, hitherto unknown an engraving which he purposed to reproduce, together with other fresh iconographical material, in his enlarged and fully annotated edition of the ANTIQUITIES. The print depicts His Highness full face, seated on a throne in the accoutrements of Mars, with a gallant wig flowing in mazy ringlets from under the helmet upon his plated shoulders; overhead, upon a canopy of cloud, reclines a breezy assemblage of allegorical females Truth, Mercy, Fame with her trumpet, and so forth.
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