The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all
places—just now. . Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or
conversation, never lost a friend. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. He displayed none of the
airy optimism of their previous talk over the downland gate. Michelle’s eyes darted around, she
refused to look straight at Lucy. ”
“Why did you keep her all of these years? What good
can it do?”
“She created me, Lucia. The place was
crowded, and the people about her were almost equally made up of very goodlooking and enthusiastic young people and a great variety of Goopes-like types. Stanley. He would know the
truth then once and for all. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less
than his accustomed skill. ”
Thank Heaven! Mr. "You are a physician; you know the vagaries of men in
liquor.
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