Melusine sighed with relief and set to work by the light of the lantern. There was a sharp knocking at the outside door. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. “Why should one pretend? “Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ‘That way. He had heard this talk before.
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