I wrote to him some days ago and he came to see me.

Marcello has left Paris.

I did not know you had come home." Aurora sat down rather wearily, pulled out her hatpins, and laid her hat on her knee.

Then she slowly turned it round and round, examining every inch of it with profound attention, as women do.

They see things in hats which we do not.
"Mamma--" Aurora got no further, and went on turning the hat round.
"Yes?
What were you going to say ?" "Nothing--I have forgotten." The hat revolved steadily.