‘You will not guess again?’ ‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. ’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. ‘Very inventive. Sensitive, aren’t they?” She chuckled. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. But I shan't let him off thus. “I cannot part with you. His tone was kind and sympathetic. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket.
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