She was, perhaps,
rather given to assume her prerogative right to be different. Her first
thought, therefore, was that she was saved the trouble of explaining
herself, and her second that it was satisfactory to have a friend who
understood her without explanations.
As for Morosine, he may or may not have felt that he had broken the ice;
he pushed forward, at any rate, as if he had clear water in front of him.
Sanchia felt, when she next met him, that their acquaintance had entered
on a new phase.
Then suddenly, before she knew where she was, her fate was upon her.
It was in the Park on a fine Sunday forenoon in February. She was with
Lady Maria, and had met with Melusine and Gerald Scales. Morosine also,
seeing her and meeting her eyes, instantly left his companion and came to
greet her, hat in hand. He addressed himself to her exclusively, having
saluted Lady Maria; but she named her sister, and he saluted her too.
Gerald Scales, bronzed, plump, and very full in the eye, having looked the
newcomer over, decided against him, and gave him a shoulder. "Foreign
beggar," was the conclusion he came to, which does credit to his
perspicacity, because the Pole had a very English appearance, and Scales
himself the look of a Jew.
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