I
didn’t understand before that letter. As Leonardo had himself
pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the
unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who
could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them
away?
‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal
her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of
an English lady. Also he
had said—laughing in that way with his eyes which made a flutter in her chest—
that Prudence will find an Englishman to marry her. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. There was only one sound—the
fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!"
Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved. Wood was
heard without, angrily demanding admittance. He has
been a father to me and my child. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door.
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