The ConversationThe rest of the evening, the others strictly limited the conversation, and no one was put upon to speak on any topic. Gardena and Tony both seemed angry, but I couldn't tell whether with themselves or each other. We had our dinner, then went to the veranda for drinks.
I instructed Pearson to pay the musicians well for their service, then led the guests to the parlor for coffee and dessert. The art books lay forgotten; no one seemed interested in playing tableaux that night.
The mood improved as the night went, and soon it was time for goodbyes. Kitty begged my forgiveness, which I was glad to give. She seemed so innocent of life; I wondered if it was good for her to seclude herself in this way. Lance thanked me for the evening, and for the introduction to Gardena. How he
