Aaron's Rod eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 452 pages of information about Aaron's Rod.

Aaron's Rod eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 452 pages of information about Aaron's Rod.

“But why should we drink your whiskey?  Tea would do for us just as well.”

“Not likely!  Not likely!  When I have the pleasure of your company, my boy, we drink a glass of something, unless I am utterly stripped.  Say when, Aaron.”

“When,” said Aaron.

Argyle at last seated himself heavily in a small chair.  The sun had left the loggia, but was glowing still on Giotto’s tower and the top of the cathedral facade, and on the remoter great red-tiled dome.

“Look at my little red monthly rose,” said Argyle.  “Wonderful little fellow!  I wouldn’t have anything happen to him for the world.  Oh, a bacchic little chap.  I made Pasquale wear a wreath of them on his hair.  Very becoming they were, very.—­Oh, I’ve had a charming show of flowers.  Wonderful creatures sunflowers are.”  They got up and put their heads over the balcony, looking down on the square below.  “Oh, great fun, great fun.—­Yes, I had a charming show of flowers, charming.—­Zinnias, petunias, ranunculus, sunflowers, white stocks—­ oh, charming.  Look at that bit of honeysuckle.  You see the berries where his flowers were!  Delicious scent, I assure you.”

Under the little balcony wall Argyle had put square red-tiled pots, all round, and in these still bloomed a few pansies and asters, whilst in a corner a monthly rose hung flowers like round blood-drops.  Argyle was as tidy and scrupulous in his tiny rooms and his balcony as if he were a first-rate sea-man on a yacht.  Lilly remarked on this.

“Do you see signs of the old maid coming out in me?  Oh, I don’t doubt it.  I don’t doubt it.  We all end that way.  Age makes old maids of us all.  And Tanny is all right, you say?  Bring her to see me.  Why didn’t she come today?”

“You know you don’t like people unless you expect them.”

“Oh, but my dear fellow!—­You and Tanny; you’d be welcome if you came at my busiest moment.  Of course you would.  I’d be glad to see you if you interrupted me at any crucial moment.—­I am alone now till August.  Then we shall go away together somewhere.  But you and Tanny; why, there’s the world, and there’s Lilly:  that’s how I put it, my boy.”

“All right, Argyle.—­Hoflichkeiten.”

“What?  Gar keine Hoflichkeiten.  Wahrhaftiger Kerl bin ich.—­When am I going to see Tanny?  When are you coming to dine with me?”

“After you’ve dined with us—­say the day after tomorrow.”

“Right you are.  Delighted—.  Let me look if that water’s boiling.”  He got up and poked half himself inside the bedroom.  “Not yet.  Damned filthy methylated spirit they sell.”

“Look,” said Lilly.  “There’s Del Torre!”

“Like some sort of midge, in that damned grey-and-yellow uniform.  I can’t stand it, I tell you.  I can’t stand the sight of any more of these uniforms.  Like a blight on the human landscape.  Like a blight.  Like green-flies on rose-trees, smother-flies.  Europe’s got the smother-fly in these infernal shoddy militarists.”

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