Even with one's best friend it's
risky."
"Where are you? May I call?" said the young man.
"We're always out," was Kitty's careless reply. "But--"
She considered--
"Would you like to see the Palazzo Vercelli?"
"That magnificent place on the Grand Canal? Very much."
"Meet me there to-morrow afternoon," said Kitty. "Four o'clock."
"Delighted!" said Lord Magellan, making a note on his shirt-cuff. "And
who lives there?"
"My mother," said Kitty, abruptly, and walked away.
Ashe followed her in discomfort. This young man was the son of a certain
Lady Magellan, an intimate friend of Lady Tranmore's--one of the noblest
women of her generation, pure, high-minded, spiritual, to whom neither
an ugly word nor thought was possible. It annoyed him that either he or
Kitty should be introducing
her son to Madame d'Estrees.
It was really tiresome of Kitty! Rich young men with characters yet
indeterminate were not to be lightly brought in contact with Madame
d'Estrees. Kitty could not be ignorant of it--poor child! It had been
one of her reckless strokes, and Ashe was conscious of a sharp
annoyance.
However, he said nothing.
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