He turned. There were always parrots
and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. For an instant,
Melusine watched him go. We shall take an eternal farewell of each other. She could
almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon
verbena with the memory of the story. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. "
"Silly love stories?"
"No; love wasn't the theme. ’
‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your
affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. Chapter XVII
THE CHANGE IN “ALCIDE”
“By-the-bye,” his neighbour asked him languidly, “who is our hostess?”
“Usually known, I believe, as Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison answered, “unless I
have mixed up my engagement list and come to the wrong house. ’
‘Why not?’ Gerald asked straightly. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to
overtake him.
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