He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy
of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one
group to join another. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the
parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace,
and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place
afforded. He was snoring stupidly. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin
Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough
to speak to her the other day. She went to the table under the end window at which she had
been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of
re-agents. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. He was even a little
jealous of Sebastian. A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. He went over his interview with her again, their
conversation at dinner-time. I have
never spoken of these things to any human being. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo
husband shot down upon one from the skies.
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