“I have seen children like that abroad,” Brooky agreed, “and even though they begged for food, when one gave it to them, it seemed impossible for them to swallow it.”
The Duke was thinking how hard it had been to persuade Vanola to eat the pâté sandwiches and remembered in fact that it was only because he had made her drink the champagne that she had been able to force them down her throat.
Without saying so aloud he made up his mind that as soon as he had finished the difficulties of Covent Garden, he would go himself to Praed Street, if Mr. Carstairs had not persuaded her to leave, and insist on her doing so.
“By the time I have finished bringing Sandor Szeleti’s music to the world,” he said aloud, “he will be a very rich man!”
“Then it is certainly imperative that he should not die
