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It was a brilliant medley, overhung by a deep blue sky. The canvas was
indeed overcharged, as Denis had said.
"There are no half-tones in this landscape," the bishop remarked to Mr.
Keith. "No compromise!"
"And yet perfect harmony. They are all true colours. I hate compromise.
It is one of the curses of life. That is why I cannot endure England
for long. The country is full of half-tones, not only in nature.
Because a thing seems good, there must be some bad in it. It seems bad
to us--therefore it must be good for us. Bedlamites! I like clean
values. They make for clean thinking. This is the only day in the
year," he went on, "when you will see the population abroad at this
hour. The streets are generally quite empty. It is the only day when I
would forgo my afternoon nap on Nepenthe."
"Nearly three o'clock," said the bishop, consulting his watch. "What a
queer time for theatricals!"
"That Duke again. You can ask Eames about him, he must have been a man
worth knowing. He always slept in the afternoons.


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