timacy into which I have dropped … Not to speak of my mother, who is delightful, but as irresponsible as one of those crazy princesses that shock their Royal families.…"
He seemed to bite his tongue and I observed that Mills' eyes seemed to have grown wider than I had ever seen them before. In that tranquil face it was a great play of feature. "An intimacy," began Mr. Blunt, with an extremely refined grimness of tone, "an intimacy with the heiress of Mr. Allègre on the part of … on my part, well, it isn't exactly … it's open … well, I leave it to you, what does it look like?"
"Is there anybody looking on?" Mills let fall, gently, through his kindly lips.
"Not actually, perhaps, at this moment. But I don't need to tell a man of the world, like you, that such things cannot remain unseen. And that they are, well, compromising, because of the mere fact of the fortune."
Mills got on his feet, looked for his jacket and after getting into it made himself heard while he looked for his hat.
"Whereas the woman herself is, so to speak, priceless."
Mr. Blunt muttered the word "Obviously."
By then we were all on our feet. The iron stove glowed no longer and the lamp, surrounded by empty bottles and empty glasses, had grown dimmer.
I know that I had a great shiver on getting away from the cushions of the divan.
"We will meet again in a few hours," said Mr. Blunt. "Don't forget to come," he said, addressing me. "Oh, yes, do. Have no scruples. I am authorized to make invitations."
