” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. What she actually wanted was the present state of affairs to continue indefinitely. “Lord!” she said. . A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. She was never announced as ‘Alcide,’ but directly she walked on she simply became ‘Alcide’ to every one. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. ‘It will suit me very well that you go away, because you are a person without sense and I do not wish to talk to you. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. Or at least he did the day before yesterday. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend.
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