Chapter 27
Chapter XXVII "Mr.Temple Barholm seems in better spirits," Lady Mallowe said to Captain Palliser as they walked on the terrace in the starlight dusk after dinner. Captain Palliser took his cigar from his mouth and looked at the glowing end of it. "Has it struck you that he has been in low spirits?" he inquired speculatively. "One does not usually connect him with depression." "Certainly not with depression. He's an extraordinary creature. One would think he would perish from lack of the air he is used to breathing--New York air." "He is not perishing. He's too shrewd," returned Palliser. "He mayn't exactly like all this, but he's getting something out of it." "He is not getting much of what he evidently wants most. I am out of all patience," said Lady Mallowe. Her acquaintance with
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