Capitolo 27
It was a surprise to Bertram that the beautiful woman with the
it animates in his/her eyes you/he/she should result to be a lot the sister of the
you talk for common places young to the expression of boil-fish that he had satisfied
from the angle; but he disguised his/her amazement, and only
intercalated, as if it were the most natural comment of the world:
"I am pleased to satisfy her/it. What a beautiful suit! and as admirably it
become you!"
Phillip opened his/her petrified eyes. But Frida threw down a look to the suit
with a look of the approval. The frankness of the extraneous one, nevertheless
characteristic, you/he/she was really refreshing.
"I am so happy You as him", she said, while taking the compliment with
calm dignity, as simply as it was understood. "It is mine really
taste; I chose the stuff and I drew his face. And I know
who this is, Phillip, without shaking to tell me; it is the
gentleman that you are met of last road night, and you/he/she was speaking around
to supper."
"You are right rather", Phillip responded, with a glance that disapproves (as
who should say, "I could not really help him/it apart,"). "Him--he is
rather in a difficulty." And then he followed to explain in some
hasty words to Frida, with shrug different and it mentions with the head of profoundest
you care that the supposed lunatic or assassin or foreigner or foolish
you/he/she had gone to Miss Blake without baggage of some kind; and that,
"Perhaps"--a lot of dubitatively--it is probable that "a portmanteau or purse help him
out of his/her provisional difficulties."
"Because, Frida clearly cried impulsively", with ready decision;
"The Gladstones of Robert bag and my small brown trunk would be a lot the
things for him. Me suffered I could lend them to him, if only we am able
you find a taxi of Sunday to pick them up."
"Not in front of service, certainly" Phillip inserted, it scandalized.
"If he were to now pick them up, you know, he would satisfy the whole church-
people."
"Is it taboo, then, to face the clergy with a purse of Gladstone?"
Bertram rather seriously asked, in that childish tone of simple