He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he
had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. ’
So pat, thought Gerald. That’s Italians for you. But that is
men all over. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin
Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough
to speak to her the other day. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and
a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due
complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of
lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded
by a forest of fennel. He did not so much cut into this conversation as
loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. It must be sent home this evening. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life,
and the moment his back was turned, this!
He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. Above her head
was an aura of white fire.
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