Part 40 (1/1)
It was a students' day, and the galleries were croith e of Claude's shi+ps; he was laughing at the careless grace hich several of the Baozanoff from a wharf, when a lady cried sharply:
”George, how careless of you! You are sitting on my mahl-stick”
”Sorry,from a camp-stool
”Good gracious, it's Mr Tollemache,” whispered Elsie
”Gad, so it is Let's hail him”
Tollehtened when he heard the hail He introduced his wife, an e who answered to the naument as to atmospheres, but Tollemache drew Courtenay aside
”Got married when I reached home that trip,” he explained ”The wife comes here every Thursday, an' I have to carry the kit Rather rot, isn't it?”
”It is certainly a change fro over Alaculofs like nine-pins”
”That's what I tell her, but she says the Indians were Boeotian, and the landscape, as I describe it, had the crude coloring of the Newlyn school, which she aboht approve of Suarez in his black and white stripes, but the Guanaco crater reerated his tone values I learn that sort of gabble by heart Jennie's a good sort, yet sometimes she talks rot--”
”George,” said Mrs Tolle to lunch with your friends Mrs Courtenay and I have so much to talk about We find we think alike on hted to have met your wife, Captain Courtenay My husband raves about her”
”So do I, lance at Elsie which told her he meant what he said
THE END