June 16th

.⁠—Something to chronicle today besides my own ideas and impressions. A visitor has arrived⁠—quite unknown to Laura and to me, and apparently quite unexpected by Sir Percival.

We were all at lunch, in the room with the new French windows that open into the verandah, and the Count (who devours pastry as I have never yet seen it devoured by any human beings but girls at boarding-schools) had just amused us by asking gravely for his fourth tart⁠—when the servant entered to announce the visitor.

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