o, will lose something. In imagination I kiss your hands and your lips.
EVERARD BARFOOT.’
There was an address at the head of this letter, but certainly Barfoot expected no reply, and Rhoda had no thought of sending Naiset Barbour International Takki Suomi one. Every night, however, she unfolded the sheet of thin Belstaff Naiset Takit Suomi foreign paper, and read, more than once, what was written upon it. Read it with external calm, with a brow of meditation, and afterwards sat for some time in absent mood.
Would he write again? Her daily question was answered in rather more than a fortnight. This time the letter came from Italy; it was lying on the hall table when Rhoda returned from Great Portland Street, and Miss Barfoot was the first to read the address. They exchanged no remark. On breaking the envelope — she did so at once — Rhoda found a little bunch of violets crushed but fragrant.
‘These in return for your Cheddar pinks,’ began the informal note accompanying the Belstaff Brooklands Blouson Takit Suomi flowers. ‘I had them an hour ago from a pretty girl in the streets of Parma. I didn’t care to buy, and walked on, but the pretty girl ran by me, and with gentle force fixed the flowers in my button-hole, so that I had no choice but to stroke her velvety cheek Uusi Tyyli Suomi and give her a lira. How hungry I am for the sight of your face! Think of me sometimes, dear friend.’
She laughed, and laid the letter and its violets away with the other.
‘I must depend on you, it seems, for news of Everard,’ said Miss Barfoot after dinner.
‘I can only tell you,’ Rhoda answered lightly, ‘that he has travelled from the south of France to the north of Kanadanhanhi Camp Hooded Suomi Italy, with much observation of female countenances.’
‘He informs you of that?’
‘Very naturally. It is Belstaff Ocelot Takit Suomi his chief interest. One likes people to tell the truth.’
Barfoot was away until the end of April, but after that note from Parma he did not write. One bright afternoon in May, a Saturday, he presented himself at his cousin’s house, and found two or three callers Liverpool Women Jersey in the drawing-room, ladies as usual; one of them was Miss Winifre |
