ce genre de sculpture ces temps derniers. Les imitations sont si bien faites que l'on peut à peine les distinguer des vraies.
Je le sais, et c'est pourquoi j'ai refusé beaucoup d'exemplaires, Mary explained. Je crois que nous n'en exposons que des authentiques.
By Jove, I'd like to have seen that exhibition! Gareth cried. I didn't hear about it.
They haven't gone back to the owners yet, Mary assured him. Come to the library any day and I'll be glad to show them to you.
May I come tomorrow and bring Mrs. Lorillard?
I'd be delighted. I shall be there all day.
How is Campaspe? Mrs. Sumner inquired.
Oh, 'paspe's splendid, Gareth replied. She tells me I'm to have the pleasure of dining with you there next Thursday.
I'm so glad you're included. . . . Mrs. Sumner set down her untouched cocktail. . . . I don't know whether we should wait for Dr. Lancaster. Perhaps he's keeping C. P. T.
Mr. Sumner turned to Gareth. It's almost a joke among our group, he said. We're all inclined to be late. We've even got a legend about it. It seems that when the trumpet blew announcing the Judgment Day, white people turned out of their graves and went immediately to heaven. Two days later, angels seated on the pearly walls saw dense, black clouds arising in the West and hurried back to give the alarm that a terrific storm was on its way.
