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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

"
He sounded a little more cheerful.
"I think I'll write the note, Gaspare, then. And you might take it
some time--whenever you like. You might come and fetch it in five
minutes."
"Very well, Signora."
He moved away and she went to her writing-table. She sat down, and
slowly, with a good deal of hesitation and thought, she wrote part of
a letter asking Emile to come to dine whenever he liked at the island.
And now came the difficulty. She knew Emile did not want to meet the
Marchesino there. Yet she was going to ask them to meet each other.
She had told the Marchesino so. Should she tell Emile? Perhaps, if she
did, he would refuse to come. But she could never lay even the
smallest trap for a friend. So she wrote on, asking Emile to let her
know the night he would come as she had promised to invite the
Marchesino to meet him.
"Be a good friend and do this for me," she ended, "even if it bores
you. The Marchese lunched here alone with us to-day, and it was a
fiasco. I think we were very inhospitable, and I want to wipe away the
recollection of our dulness from his mind.


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