The woman's greed and rapacity--the flattery with which she chose to
belabour me at dinner, so choked and disgusted me, that I could hardly
swallow the meal, though my poor old friend had been sent out to purchase
a pate from the pastrycook's for my especial refection. Clive was not at
the dinner. He seldom returned till late at night on sketching days.
Neither his wife nor his mother-in-law seemed much to miss him; and
seeing that the Campaigner engrossed the entire share of the
conversation, and proposed not to leave me for five minutes alone with
the Colonel, I took leave rather speedily of my entertainers, leaving a
message for Clive, and a prayer that he would come and see me at my
hotel.
CHAPTER LXXIII
In which Belisarius returns from Exile
I was sitting in the dusk in my room at Hotel des Bains, when the visitor
for whom I hoped made his appearance in the person of Clive, with his
broad shoulders, and broad hat, and a shaggy beard, which he had thought
fit in his quality of painter to assume.
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