Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a
virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. To-morrow I shall come and talk to
you again—of other things. ”
“Well?”
“Lunch! I am hungry—tragically hungry. ‘It is, you understand, that Monsieur Charvill did not—how do you say in
English?—having an eye to an eye—’
‘Didn’t see eye to eye with the Vicomte Valade? That I can well believe. But here the resemblance stopped. She
had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and
immaculately sanitary. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. ”
They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being
more silent than usual. "
Mr.
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