“You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's
expenditure. The Wastrel,
his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. What brings you here?”
“I’m here to see my uncle. Shari managed
it after graduating beauty school. "
"That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her
that some such scene as this might occur. ”
Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was still averted. Three times he uttered a phrase:
"A djinn in a blue-serge coat!"
And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in
damnation. There is some
deep treachery hidden beneath his words. It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. I don’t care! I’m
glad I did. I want her to get forward, to set her among people
who'll understand what to do with her. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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