I am quite sure though that they
did not mean to be rude. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. Following him, and acting out of instinct rather than intent, Melusine took a firm
grasp of the gilt frame with both hands, lifted it high in the air and, with a
shrieking curse, brought it down hard. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. She was practicing with them on
that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy
violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as
first chair. "
An awful silence prevailed throughout the court. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill.
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