Transcribed from the 1913 John Lane edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org THE UNBEARABLE BASSINGTON :: BY H. H. MUNRO (“SAKI”) :: * * * * * [Picture: Decorative graphic] * * * * * LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY TORONTO: BELL & COCKBURN. MCMXIII * * * * * * * * * * _SIXTH EDITION_ * * * * * * * * * * PRINTED BY JAS. TRUSCOTT & SON, LTD. LONDON * * * * * AUTHOR’S NOTE This story has no moral. If it points out an evil at any rate it suggests no remedy. CHAPTER I FRANCESCA BASSINGTON sat in the drawing-room of her house in Blue Street, W., regaling herself and her estimable brother Henry with China tea and small cress sandwiches. The meal was of that elegant proportion which, while ministering sympathetically to the desires of the moment, is happily reminiscent of a satisfactory luncheon and blessedly expectant of an elaborate dinner to come. In her younger days Francesca had been known as the beautiful Miss Greech; at forty, although much of the original beauty remained, she was just dear Francesca Bassington. No one would have dreamed of calling her sweet, but a good many people who scarcely knew her were punctilious about putting in the “dear.” Her enemies, in their honester moments, would have admitted that she was svelte and knew how to dress, but they would have agreed with her friends in asserting that she had no soul. When one’s friends and enemies agree on any particular point they are usually wrong. Francesca herself, if pressed in an unguarded moment to describe her soul, would probably have described her drawing-room. Not that she would have considered that the one had stamped the impress of its character on the other, so that close scrutiny might reveal its outstanding features, and even suggest its hidden places, but because she might have dimly recognised that her drawing-room was her soul.