CHAPTER XXIIIJ
asper
called at Greybrooke in the morning. Alicia received him in her own private room, into which the scents of the garden stole through the open window. He noticed that the framed photograph of Bunny had disappeared from the mantelpiece and the vellum-bound copies of the poems from the Sheraton table. Unconsciously, after he had shaken hands, he glanced around to discover the whereabouts of the familiar objects. She interpreted his glance instinctively.
“I have given them away,” she said, with a motion of her head toward their old resting-places. “They were all that I was allowed to give. You won’t think that I didn’t value them.”
“I know,” he said. “It is your way to give royally.”
“And yours to judge royally, my good Jasper,” she replied, with a little air of pathet
