A House-Party Don Gesualdo and a Rainy June


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Excerpt: ...in the house are still in their own rooms; it is solitary, sunny, still; a thrush is singing in a jessamine thicket, there is no other sound except that of a gardener's broom sweeping on the other side of the laurel hedge. The Babe feels that it is now or never for his coup de maitre. He plucks a rose, the best one he has, and offers it to Madame Sabaroff, who accepts it gratefully, though it is considerably earwig-eaten, and puts it in her corsage. The eyes of Brandolin follow it wistfully. The Babe glances at ...