"What things?"
"Sorrows for the world. But tell me, have you seen Harietta Boleski in her London rôle?"
"Yes—she is the greatest success—every one goes to her parties; she is coming to mine at Ardayre."
Verisschenzko raised his eyebrows, and nothing could have been more sardonically whimsical than his smile.
"I saw Stanislass this morning—he is almost gaga now—a mere cypher—she has destroyed his body, as well as his soul."
"They are both coming on the twenty-third."
"It will be an interesting visit I do not doubt—and I shall see the
Family house!"
"I hope you will like it—I shall love to show it to you, and the pictures. It means so much to John."
"Have you met your cousin Denzil yet?".
Verisschenzko was studying her face; it had gained something, it was a little finer—but it had lost something too, and there was a shadow in her eyes.