Now, as
he got up to leave her, his eyes dwelt earnestly on her. "It will be a
pleasure, to which I shall aspire--that of meeting you again. There or
elsewhere."
She thanked him as she gave him her hand. Excitement made her eyes bright,
mantled her cheeks. She felt that she was communing with Senhouse at third
hand.
"Then--it is understood--we meet again," he concluded. He bowed over her
hand, on a second thought kissed her fingers, then left her immediately
and went downstairs. He paid no farewell to Lady Maria; was ascertained to
have left the house at once.
VII
Morosine had been called emancipated by Lady Maria, who after a week or so
found it proper to explain that he was by no means so free from chains as
he appeared. Sanchia, she thought, was seeing a good deal of him. "He's
the victim, like the rest of us, of his constitution. His, as you may see,
is deplorable. Weak heart, they say--but it may be lungs. I never heard of
a Pole who could live in any climate, least of any his own. As for his
mind, that follows his wasted body; it's hectic. He affects a detachment
which he will never have. It's a pose. He is exceedingly sentimental, has
an imagination which--if you could follow it--might alarm you.
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