In broad daylight too.
This was something new, and rather ominous.
The dear lady was becoming quite a problem.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Men looked down from the market-place that afternoon and beheld a
gaily-coloured throng moving about Madame Steynlin's awkwardly situated
promontory. Her house and its wide terrace overhanging the sea were
filled with guests. The entertainment differed from the receptions of
the Duchess. It was more rustic and unrestrained--more in the nature of
a picnic. Everything possible had been done to convert that tongue of
land, that refractory stretch of trachyte, into a garden. Paths were
blasted through the rock; those few scarred olives, the aboriginals,
had been supplanted by whatever flowers and shade-giving trees could be
induced, with assiduous waterings, to strike roots into the arid soil.
It was still rather a transparent place.
A number of new people had lately arrived on Nepenthe in favour of whom
the hostess, with the frank cordiality of her nature, had issued
invitations broadcast.
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