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Updated: June 3, 2025
I tumbled off my horse and dashed, half fainting, into Peliti's for a glass of cherry-brandy. There two or three couples were gathered round the coffee-tables discussing the gossip of the day. Their trivialities were more comforting to me just then than the consolations of religion could have been.
Nothing was further from my thought than any memory of Mrs. Wessington when Kitty and I left Hamilton's shop. Nothing was more utterly commonplace than the stretch of wall opposite Peliti's. It was broad daylight. The road was full of people; and yet here, look you, in defiance of every law of probability, in direct outrage of Nature's ordinance, there had appeared to me a face from the grave.
While my Waler was cautiously feeling his way over the loose shale, and Kitty was laughing and chattering at my side while all Simla, that is to say as much of it as had then come from the Plains, was grouped round the Reading-room and Peliti's veranda I was aware that some one, apparently at a vast distance, was calling me by my Christian name.
I wasn't nearly ready when G. rushed in, but I threw on garments and we fled, while Boggley, in his dressing-gown, followed with a parting benediction of Peliti's cake as a substitute for tea and toast. We found the launch delightfully comfortable, not to say luxurious. It had been done up for some of the royalties who were out here.
We had, therefore, to move again, and went to where Peliti's is now, which was then occupied as a shop. After one season there, we were temporarily located in a theatre built in the old Tivoli Gardens, opposite La Martinière. The "CATS," as we used to be designated, was a very old institution, and had been in existence some time before I joined up.
This afternoon, when we were having tea in the garden and enjoying Peliti's chocolate-cake, a great outcry arose from the house, and we saw the servants running and looking up to the verandah. Mr. Townley called out to know what was the matter, and received such a confused jumble of Hindustani in reply that he went to investigate. He came back shrugging his shoulders.
While my Waler was cautiously feeling his way over the loose shale, and Kitty was laughing and chattering at my side while all Simla, that is to say as much of it as had then come from the Plains, was grouped round the Reading-room and Peliti's veranda, I was aware that some one, apparently at a vast distance, was calling me by my Christian name.
I tumbled off my horse and dashed, half fainting, into Peliti's for a glass of cherry-brandy. There two or three couples were gathered round the coffee-tables discussing the gossip of the day. Their trivialities were more comforting to me just then than the consolations of religion could have been.
Where the road past Peliti's dips to the Mall Madeline met Horace Innes. When she appeared in her rickshaw he dismounted, and gave the reins to his syce. She saw in his eyes the look of a person who has been all day lapsing into meditation and rousing himself from it. 'You are very late, she said as he came up. 'Oh, I'm not going; at least, you are just coming away, aren't you?
You saw the woman at Peliti's half an hour later you saw her walking with The Dancing Master an hour later you met her here at the Library. 'Still with The Dancing Master, remember. 'Still with The Dancing Master, I admit, but why on the strength of that should you imagine 'I imagine nothing. I have no imagination.
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