He jumped up and knocked the few ashes from the pipe into the fire.
“Do you wish to walk through the city?” he queried lazily.
“No. I have judged it from these windows.”
“Then we may prepare for home.”
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When we returned it was just to be in time for dinner. I remember Vestasian was there, and a friend of Vestné, a very simple, lovely woman, who, I heard, had come a long distance to pay a visit.
That the evening passed off brilliantly I was well aware. For the most part they talked on subjects of which I was entirely ignorant, yet this was due to myself rather than any lack of kindness on their part.
Afterwards the new guest sang for us, and accompanied herself upon the harp. She sang with exquisite taste, both in choice and expression. Later in the evening she sent for some sketches she said she had once taken when on a visit to earth.