Chapter 12
A few more days having passed in diverse sports, we returned to England, having learned more than pride would oftimes allow us to confess. That mattered not to Pearl who was wise enough to know that consent lies often in silence. Our general air of wellbeing was obvious to all. Having actually visited the Louvre, the Tuileries and other places of notable interest over several afternoons, we were able to talk about them and thus allay any doubts as to the official reason for our visit.But a week after our return, when life began to seem unconscionably dull again and not a p***s had pulsed its longing before my eyes, Pearl brought news that she said would please me. I was invited to a wedding.
Socially interesting as the prospect appeared to be, it hardly filled me with the sens
