To think of his
lying somewhere all mangled and bl--"
Emotion overcame Mrs. Hastings. Her tortoise-shell glasses fell to
her lap and both her side-combs tinkled melodiously to the tiled
floor.
"This reminds me," said Mr. Frothingham, settling back and finding a
pencil with which to emphasize his story, "this reminds me very much
of a case that I had on the June calendar--"
In half an hour St. George and Amory saw that all serious
consideration of their situation must be accomplished alone with
Olivia; for in that time Mr. Frothingham had been reminded of two
more cases and Mrs. Hastings had twice been reduced to tears by the
picture of the possible fate of her brother. Moreover, there
presently appeared supper--a tray of the most savoury delicacies, to
produce which Olivia had slipped away and, St. George had no doubt,
said over some spell in the kitchens. Supper in the white marble
room of the king's palace was almost as wonderful as muffins and tea
at the Boris.
There were Olivia in her gown of roses on one side of the table and
Antoinette on the other and between them the hungry and happy
adventurers.
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