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. Doctor Ralph came
in to tea and put his arm round Alice and kissed her, and Alice called him
“Squiggles,” and stood in the shelter of his arms for a moment with an
expression of satisfied proprietorship. And when we see them we shall at
once want to go to them—that’s the way with beautiful things—and down we
shall go, like flies down a wall, to Leukerbad, and so to Leuk Station, here, and
then by train up the Rhone Valley and this little side valley to Stalden; and there,
in the cool of the afternoon, we shall start off up a gorge, torrents and cliffs
below us and above us, to sleep in a half-way inn, and go on next day to Saas
Fee, Saas of the Magic, Saas of the Pagan People. ” Lucy finished Michelle’s sentence
and steeled her resolve, drawing herself up to a straighter
posture.
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