Meanwhile Kitty was saying to herself, as
she watched her husband and Mary:
"I used to amuse William just as well--last year!"
When the door closed on them, Kitty fell back on her cushions with an
"ouf!" of relief. William came back in a few minutes from showing the
visitors the back way to their hotel, and stood beside his wife with an
anxious face.
"They were too much for you, darling. They stayed too long."
"How you and Mary chattered!" said Kitty, with a little pout. But at the
same moment she slipped an appealing hand into his.
Ashe clasped the hand, and laughed.
"I always told you she was an excellent gossip."
* * * * *
Sir Richard and Mary pursued their way through the narrow
calles that
led to the Piazza. Sir Richard was expatiating on Ashe's folly in
marrying such a wife.
"She looks like an actress!--and as to her conversation, she began by
telling me outrageous stories and ended by not having a word to say
about anything. The bad blood of the Bristols, it seems to me, without
their brains."
"Oh no, papa! Kitty is very clever. You haven't heard her recite.
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