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Chapter 11
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’Me!Whateverfor!Seeme!’
’Whyyes,Clifford.Youcan’tbesoadoredwithoutmakingsomeslightreturn.SaintGeorgeofCappadociawasnothingtoyou,inhereyes.’
’Anddoyouthinkshe’llcome?’
’Oh,sheblushed!andlookedquitebeautifulforamoment,poorthing!Whydon’tmenmarrythewomenwhowouldreallyadorethem?’
’Thewomenstartadoringtoolate.Butdidshesayshe’dcome?’
’Oh!’ConnieimitatedthebreathlessMissBentley,’yourLadyship,ifeverIshoulddaretopresume!’
’Daretopresume!howabsurd!ButIhopetoGodshewon’tturnup.Andhowwashertea?’
’Oh,Lipton’sandverystrong.ButClifford,doyourealizeyouaretheromandelaroseofMissBentleyandlotslikeher?’
’I’mnotflattered,eventhen.’
’Theytreasureupeveryoneofyourpicturesintheillustratedpapers,andprobablyprayforyoueverynight.It’sratherwonderful.’
Shewentupstairstochange.
Thateveninghesaidtoher:
’Youdothink,don’tyou,thatthereissomethingeternalinmarriage?’
Shelookedathim.
’ButClifford,youmakeeternitysoundlikealidoralong,longchainthattrailedafterone,nomatterhowfaronewent.’
Helookedather,annoyed.
’WhatImean,’hesaid,’isthatifyougotoVenice,youwon’tgointhehopesofsomeloveaffairthatyoucantakeaugrandserieux,willyou?’
’AloveaffairinVeniceaugrandsrieux?No.Iassureyou!No,I’dnevertakealoveaffairinVenicemorethanautrespetitserieux.’
Shespokewithaqueerkindofcontempt.Heknittedhisbrows,lookingather.
