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Chapter 17
Fish?Veal?"
"Acompromise?Allright,I’llmeetyouhalfway,whynot?I’llhavepâté,somescampiandahugeplateofsaltimbocca,andafterthatI’llhaveacassataandacappuccinocoffee.Fiddlearoundwiththatifyoucan."
"Ioughttoslapyou,"hesaid,hisgoodhumorquiteunruffled.Hegaveherordertothewaiterexactlyasshehadstipulatedit,butinrapidItalian.
"YousaidIdon’tlookabitlikeDane.Aren’tIlikehiminanywayatall?"sheaskedalittlepatheticallyovercoffee,toohungrytohavewastedtimetalkingwhiletherewasfoodonthetable.
Helithercigarette,thenhisown,andleanedintotheshadowstowatchherquietly,thinkingbacktohisfirstmeetingwiththeboymonthsago.CardinaldeBricassartminusfortyyearsoflife;hehadseenitimmediately,andthenhadlearnedtheywereuncleandnephew,thatthemotheroftheboyandthegirlwasRalphdeBricassart’ssister.
"Thereisalikeness,yes,"hesaid."Sometimesevenoftheface.Expressionsfarmorethanfeatures.Aroundtheeyesandthemouth,inthewayyouholdyoureyesopenandyourmouthsclosed.Oddlyenough,notlikenessesyousharewithyouruncletheCardinal."
"UncletheCardinal?"sherepeatedblankly.
"CardinaldeBricassart.Isn’theyouruncle?Now,I’msureIwastoldhewas."
"Thatoldvulture?He’snorelationofours,thankheavens.Heusedtobeourparishpriestyearsago,alongtimebeforeIwasborn."
Shewasveryintelligent;butshewasalsoverytired.
