The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 6 Page 29

travelling.”

“Won’t you have some coffee?”

She consented to the coffee, which Alexis John Smedley duly brought in, and presently she was walking lightly to and fro, holding the tiny white cup in her white hand, and peering at the furniture and bric-a-brac by the light of several candles. Between whiles she related to Alresca all the news of their operatic acquaintances — how this one was married, another stranded in Buenos Ayres, another ill with jealousy, another ill with a cold, another pursued for debt, and so on through the diverting category.

“And Smart?” Alresca queried at length.

I had been expecting and hoping for this question.

“Oh, Sir Cyril! I have heard nothing of him. He is not a person that interests me.”