A drama of gold, of pain, of curious crime and the heart of a girl, by one of America's most brilliant writers.
Mystery, tragedy, comedy, glimpses of a Harlem Bohemia, and the blasé social atmosphere of multi-millionaires are overlaid with the freshness and vitality of the Spanish singer Cassy Cara, a wholly delightful girl. The development of the plot is piquant and most engaging.
e you are! That locksmith business is very sound. Love revels in it. But give him his head and good-bye. Sooner or later he is bound to take to his heels, but, the more he is welcomed, the sooner he goes. The history of love is a history of farewells."
Paliser, who had caught the last phrase, felt like laughing and consequently looked very serious. The spectacle of two antiques discussing love seemed to him as hilarious as two paupers discussing wealth. He patted his tie.
"Very interesting topic, Mrs. Austen."
The woman smiled at him. "Love? Yes. How would you define it?"
Paliser returned her smile. "A mutual misunderstanding."
Mrs. Austen's smile deepened. "Would you like to have one?"
"With your daughter, yes."
Et moi donc! thought this lady, who, like others of our aristocracy, occasionally lapsed into French. But she said: "Why not enter the lists?"
"I thought they were closed."
"Are they ever?"
But now Verelst addressed the too charmin