Warington's doing, apparently--queer fellow!
"Well!--I saw Lady Kitty in the Piazza this afternoon," he said, as he
sat down beside his hostess. Donna Laura had not yet appeared. "Very
thin and fragile! But, by Jove! how these English beauties hold their
own."
"Irish, if you please," said Madame d'Estrees, smiling.
Harman bowed to her correction, admiring at the same time both the
toilette and the good looks of his companion. Dropping his voice, he
asked, with a gingerly and sympathetic air, whether all was now well
with the Ashe menage. He had been sorry to hear certain gossip of the
year before.
Madame d'Estrees laughed. Yes, she understood that Kitty had behaved
like a little goose with that
poseur Cliffe. But that was all
over--long ago.
"Why, the silly child has everything she wants! William is devoted to
her--and it can't be long before he succeeds."
"No need to go trifling with poets," said Harman, smiling. "By-the-way,
do you know that Geoffrey Cliffe is in Venice?"
Madame d'Estrees opened her eyes. "Est-il possible? Oh! but Kitty has
forgotten all about him."
"Of course," said Harman.
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