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At
eight
-
thirty
that
evening
he
came
out
to
meet
his
first
guests
,
his
coat
carried
rather
ceremoniously
,
rather
promisingly
,
in
his
hand
,
like
a
toreador
’
s
cape
.
It
was
characteristic
that
after
greeting
Rosemary
and
her
mother
he
waited
for
them
to
speak
first
,
as
if
to
allow
them
the
reassurance
of
their
own
voices
in
new
surroundings
.
To
resume
Rosemary
’
s
point
of
view
it
should
be
said
that
,
under
the
spell
of
the
climb
to
Tarmes
and
the
fresher
air
,
she
and
her
mother
looked
about
appreciatively
.
Just
as
the
personal
qualities
of
extraordinary
people
can
make
themselves
plain
in
an
unaccustomed
change
of
expression
,
so
the
intensely
calculated
perfection
of
Villa
Diana
transpired
all
at
once
through
such
minute
failures
as
the
chance
apparition
of
a
maid
in
the
background
or
the
perversity
of
a
cork
.
While
the
first
guests
arrived
bringing
with
them
the
excitement
of
the
night
,
the
domestic
activity
of
the
day
receded
past
them
gently
,
symbolized
by
the
Diver
children
and
their
governess
still
at
supper
on
the
terrace
.
"
What
a
beautiful
garden
!
"
Mrs
.
Speers
exclaimed
.
"
Nicole
’
s
garden
,
"
said
Dick
.
"
She
won
’
t
let
it
alone
—
she
nags
it
all
the
time
,
worries
about
its
diseases
.
Any
day
now
I
expect
to
have
her
come
down
with
Powdery
Mildew
or
Fly
Speck
,
or
Late
Blight
.
"
He
pointed
his
forefinger
decisively
at
Rosemary
,
saying
with
a
lightness
seeming
to
conceal
a
paternal
interest
,
"
I
’
m
going
to
save
your
reason
—
I
’
m
going
to
give
you
a
hat
to
wear
on
the
beach
.
"
He
turned
them
from
the
garden
to
the
terrace
,
where
he
poured
a
cocktail
.
Earl
Brady
arrived
,
discovering
Rosemary
with
surprise
.
His
manner
was
softer
than
at
the
studio
,
as
if
his
differentness
had
been
put
on
at
the
gate
,
and
Rosemary
,
comparing
him
instantly
with
Dick
Diver
,
swung
sharply
toward
the
latter
.
In
comparison
Earl
Brady
seemed
faintly
gross
,
faintly
ill
-
bred
;
once
more
,
though
,
she
felt
an
electric
response
to
his
person
.
He
spoke
familiarly
to
the
children
who
were
getting
up
from
their
outdoor
supper
.
"
Hello
,
Lanier
,
how
about
a
song
?
Will
you
and
Topsy
sing
me
a
song
?
"
"
What
shall
we
sing
?
"
agreed
the
little
boy
,
with
the
odd
chanting
accent
of
American
children
brought
up
in
France
.
"
That
song
about
‘
Mon
Ami
Pierrot
.
’
"
