"
"You could live abroad very cheaply." Alexina raised her eyes a trifle and
looked as guileless as her words.
"Oh, be sure I'll go to Europe and stay there for years as soon as I see my
way ahead. I should find color in the very stones or the village streets."
"I am told that you can find most comfortable quarters in some of those
English village inns, and for next to nothing. By the way, do you still
correspond with that Englishman who was here during the fire?"
"Gathbroke? Off and on. T send him my stories and he writes a humorous sort
of criticism of each; says that as I have no humor lie feels a sort of urge
to apply a little somewhere."
"How interesting. He didn't strike me as humorous."
"I fancy he wasn't more than about one-fifth developed when he was here.
Men like that, with his advantages, go ahead very rapidly when they get
into their stride. He has already developed from business into politics--he
is in Parliament--and that is the second long stride he has taken in the
past seven years."
"How interesting it will be for you two to meet, again." Alexina spoke with
languid politeness.
Gora shrugged her shoulders, "If we do." She might not be able to show the
under-white of her eyes arid look like a seraph, but she had her voice, her
features, under perfect control, and she had never been quick to blush. She
did not suspect that Alexina was angling, but the very sound of Gathbroke's
name was enough to put up her guard.
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