She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until
the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the
rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ” He said. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. She looked stealthily at Anna. ’
‘Did no one know, then?’
‘No, for the vicomte, we learned later, wrote to General Lord Charvill in
pursuit of his sister. "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone
who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh,
you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. He
never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for
him. In fact, one of them was
downright sceptical. “What’s the
objection?”
“I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the
key of the conversation. The Bed Room
400
XIX.
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