Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. " "What has he done?" "He has just naturally peeved his Uncle Sam. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. After a day or so, perhaps, we will go on one or two little excursions and see how good your head is—a mild scramble or so; and then up to a hut on a pass just here, and out upon the Blumlis-alp glacier that spreads out so and so. It was the grand nursery of vice. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes.
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