British -- Italy -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Female friendship -- Fiction; Italy -- Fiction; Love stories
They did not understand a single word of the very many in which
Francesca succeeded in clothing this simple information, but they
followed her, for it at least was clear that they were to follow, and
going down the stairs, and along the broad hall like the one above
except for glass doors at the end instead of a window opening into the
garden, they were shown into the dining-room; where, sitting at the
head of the table having her breakfast, was Mrs. Fisher.
This time they exclaimed. Even Mrs. Arbuthnot exclaimed, though her
exclamation was only “Oh.”
Mrs. Wilkins exclaimed at greater length. “Why, but it’s like having
the bread taken out of one’s mouth!” exclaimed Mrs. Wilkins.
“How do you do,” said Mrs. Fisher. “I can’t get up because of my
stick.” And she stretched out her hand across the table.
They advanced and shook it.
“We had no idea you were here,” said Mrs. Arbuthnot.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Fisher, resuming her breakfast. “Yes. I am here.” And
with composure she removed the top of her egg.
“It’s a great disappointment,” said Mrs. Wilkins. “We had meant to give
you _such_ a welcome.”
This was the one, Mrs. Fisher remembered, briefly glancing at her, who
when she came to Prince of Wales Terrace said she had seen Keats. She
must be careful with this one—curb her from the beginning.
She therefore ignored Mrs. Wilkins and said gravely, with a downward
face of impenetrable calm bent on her egg, “Yes. I arrived yesterday
with Lady Caroline.”
“It’s really dreadful,” said Mrs. Wilkins, exactly as if she had not
been ignored. “There’s nobody left to get anything ready for now. I
feel thwarted. I feel as if the bread had been taken out of my mouth
just when I was going to be happy swallowing it.”
“Where will you sit?” asked Mrs. Fisher of Mrs. Arbuthnot—markedly of
Mrs. Arbuthnot; the comparison with the bread seemed to her most
unpleasant.
“Oh, thank you—” said Mrs. Arbuthnot, sitting down rather suddenly next
to her.
There were only two places she could sit down in, the places laid on
either side of Mrs. Fisher. She therefore sat down in one, and Mrs.
Wilkins sat down opposite her in the other.
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