22/81 Blunt, who had raised his eyes from his plate to look at him, started afresh with great deliberation. My mother's exquisitely absurd. You understand that all these painters, poets, art collectors (and dealers in bric-a-brac, he interjected through his teeth) of my mother are not in my way; but Versoy lives more like a man of the world. He asked me to tell my mother that this was the last effort of his chivalry. |