'
'How on earth did you get your commissions?'
'In the usual way. Teddy and I told lies. He said he was eighteen and I
said I was thirty-nine.'
'I see. Of course.'
He rang the bell.
'Will you write to me, dear Edith?'
'No. I'll come and see you, Aylmer.'
'Are you going to bring Archie, Bruce, or Madame Frabelle?'
'Neither.'
'Do leave Madame Frabelle at home.'
'Though you don't like her, you might pronounce her name right! She's
such a clever woman.'
'She's an utter fool,' said Aylmer.
'Same thing, very often,' said Edith. 'Don't worry. Good-bye.'
She went away, leaving him perfectly happy and very hungry.
* * * * *
Hardly had she gone when Miss Clay came in and brought him some beef-tea
on a tray.
CHAPTER XVI
To Edith's joy, as they entered the Mitchell's huge, familiar
drawing-room, the first person she saw was her beloved confidant, Sir
Tito Landi. This was the friend of all others whom she most longed to
see at this particular moment.
The extraordinary confidence and friendship between the successful
Italian composer and Edith Ottley needs, perhaps, a word of explanation.
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