No wonder
men stayed younger longer. Just new trousers couldn't excite them.
She couldn't suppose that even the newest trousers ever behaved like
that, taking the bit between their teeth. Her images were disorderly,
but she thought as she chose, she used what images she like. As she
got off the wall and came towards the window, it seemed a restful thing
to know she was going to spend an entire month with people in dresses
made as she dimly remembered dresses used to be made five summers ago.
"I got here yesterday morning," she said, looking up at them and
smiling. She really was bewitching. She had everything, even a
dimple.
"It's a great pity," said Mrs. Arbuthnot, smiling back, "because
we were going to choose the nicest room for you."
"Oh, but I've done that," said Lady Caroline. "At least, I think
it's the nicest. It looks two ways--I adore a room that looks two
ways, don't you? Over the sea to the west, and over this Judas tree to
the north."
"And we had meant to make it pretty for you with flowers," said
Mrs. Wilkins.
"Oh, Domenico did that. I told him to directly I got here. He's
the gardener. He's wonderful."
"It's a good thing, of course," said Mrs. Arbuthnot a little
hesitatingly, "to be independent, and to know exactly what one wants.
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