. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of
himself. ’
Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force. She entered the last room,
his bedroom. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table,
which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. ”
“Look here!” said Capes, “what on earth do you want? What do you think we
can do? Don’t you know what men are, and what life is?—to come to me and
talk to me like this!”
“I know—something, anyhow. It consisted, like pre-Roman Gaul, of three parts.
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