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"
Beauty
,
according
to
man
's
ordinary
standard
,
"
pursued
Lucio
,
"
means
simply
good
flesh
--
nothing
more
.
Flesh
,
arranged
prettily
and
roundly
on
the
always
ugly
skeleton
beneath
--
flesh
,
daintily
coloured
and
soft
to
the
touch
,
without
scar
or
blemish
.
Plenty
of
it
too
,
disposed
in
the
proper
places
.
It
is
the
most
perishable
sort
of
commodity
--
an
illness
spoils
it
--
a
trying
climate
ruins
it
--
age
wrinkles
it
--
death
destroys
it
--
but
it
is
all
the
majority
of
men
look
for
in
their
bargains
with
the
fair
sex
.
The
most
utter
roué
of
sixty
that
ever
trotted
jauntily
down
Piccadilly
pretending
to
be
thirty
,
expects
like
Shylock
his
'
pound
'
or
several
pounds
of
youthful
flesh
.
The
desire
is
neither
refined
nor
intellectual
,
but
there
it
is
--
and
it
is
solely
on
this
account
that
the
'
ladies
'
of
the
music-hall
become
the
tainted
members
and
future
mothers
of
the
aristocracy
.
"
"
It
does
not
need
the
ladies
of
the
music-hall
to
taint
the
already
tainted
!
"
I
said
.
"
True
!
"
and
he
looked
at
me
with
kindly
commiseration
--
"
Let
us
put
the
whole
mischief
down
to
the
'
new
'
fiction
!
"
We
rose
then
,
having
finished
luncheon
,
and
leaving
the
Savoy
we
went
on
to
Arthur
's
.
Here
we
sat
down
in
a
quiet
corner
and
began
to
talk
of
our
future
plans
.
It
took
me
very
little
time
to
make
up
my
mind
--
all
quarters
of
the
world
were
the
same
to
me
,
and
I
was
really
indifferent
as
to
where
I
went
.
Yet
there
is
always
something
suggestive
and
fascinating
about
the
idea
of
a
first
visit
to
Egypt
,
and
I
willingly
agreed
to
accompany
Lucio
thither
,
and
remain
the
winter
.
"
We
will
avoid
society
"
--
he
said
--
"
The
well-bred
,
well-educated
'
swagger
'
people
who
throw
champagne-bottles
at
the
Sphinx
,
and
think
a
donkey-race
'
ripping
fun
'
shall
not
have
the
honour
of
our
company
.
Cairo
is
full
of
such
dancing
dolls
,
so
we
will
not
stay
there
.
Old
Nile
has
many
attractions
;
and
lazy
luxury
on
a
dahabeah
will
soothe
your
overwrought
nerves
.
I
suggest
our
leaving
England
within
a
week
.
"
I
consented
--
and
while
he
went
over
to
a
table
and
wrote
some
letters
in
preparation
for
our
journey
,
I
looked
through
the
day
's
papers
.
There
was
nothing
to
read
in
them
--
for
though
all
the
world
's
news
palpitates
into
Great
Britain
on
obediently
throbbing
electric
wires
,
each
editor
of
each
little
pennyworth
,
being
jealous
of
every
other
editor
of
every
other
pennyworth
,
only
admits
into
his
columns
exactly
what
suits
his
politics
or
personally
pleases
his
taste
,
and
the
interests
of
the
public
at
large
are
scarcely
considered
.
Poor
,
bamboozled
,
patient
public
!
--
no
wonder
it
is
beginning
to
think
that
a
halfpenny
spent
on
a
newspaper
which
is
only
purchased
to
be
thrown
away
,
enough
and
more
than
enough
.
I
was
still
glancing
up
and
down
the
tedious
columns
of
the
Americanized
Pall
Mall
Gazette
,
and
Lucio
was
still
writing
,
when
a
page-boy
entered
with
a
telegram
.
"
Mr
Tempest
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
And
I
snatched
the
yellow-covered
missive
and
tore
it
open
--
and
read
the
few
words
it
contained
almost
uncomprehendingly
.
They
ran
thus
--
"
RETURN
AT
ONCE
.
SOMETHING
ALARMING
HAS
HAPPENED
.
AFRAID
TO
ACT
WITHOUT
YOU
.
MAVIS
CLARE
.
"
