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I am not
as quick as some people. Mrs. Meadows always speaks Hindustani to her
old Sicilian woman. She comprehends perfectly."
"So clever these people are, at languages!" said the Duchess.
Marten remarked:
"I don't bother to learn Italian. I talk Latin to them. They understand
all right."
"And what Latin, Marten!" laughed Denis. "No wonder they understand.
I'm coming to you on Thursday morning. Don't forget."
"I have not had your public school advantages. But I manage to get what
I want out of them, generally speaking," and he cast a fiery glance in
the direction of Angelina, who returned it over her shoulder,
unabashed. Denis, fortunately, was looking the other way.
"I wish I had enjoyed all your chances," observed the Duchess, with a
little mock-sigh. "We were so carelessly brought up. I learnt
practically nothing at school. It is a pity. Ah, Bishop! I forgot to
tell you. Such a charming note from your cousin. She cannot come. The
baby is teething and troublesome in this heat.


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