The work itself was refreshingly tonal, Sebastian observed. “He and I don’t seem to get on at all with our fellow-guests, as Mrs. Enchanted. I only arrived when everybody was coming away. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. We had better have it over. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. He was speechless. '" As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, a female servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at the door, who wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgent importance. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. " "Ah. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined.
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