Summary

Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Countess of Lowndes Square and Other Stories… (1920)

Nature, unsympathetic, indifferent, still holds on her great unruffled courses; the stars wheel, the north wind blows lightly from across the gulf; the little ripples shed themselves in lines of phosphorescent flame; Naples lies a necklace of light on the edge of the sea, the loveliness of the Southern night is undiminished. But Mrs. Mackellar has danced on the beefsteak, and she has dismissed Seraphina.
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Countess of Lowndes Square and Other Stories… (1920)

The garden door flew open, and he met me with a face of mourning.
“The Signora Mackellar,” he cried, “walked up with Seraphina to her house. Through your telescope, signor, I saw them kissing and kissing on the roof. Dio! Why does a woman want to kiss a woman? There are many strange things in the world, signor. St. Peter, he had a wife, and also his wife had a mother, and one day——”
“Tell me about it after dinner,” I said. “And bring up the bottle of English wine, the port wine, which I brought from Rome, I have won five liras, Francesco.”
“Sissignor,” said Francesco.
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Portrait of E. F. Benson E. F. Benson The Countess of Lowndes Square and Other Stories… (1920)

I said, and Francesco told it.
“The signor must know,” he said, “that in Italy there are many unbaptized children, and if San Giovanni came to earth like the other saints on his name-day, he would be furious at such neglect, and burn up the earth with fire. God knows this, and, being unwilling that we should all suffer, he sends San Giovanni to sleep the day before his name-day, so that he sleeps for eight days. Then when he wakes up he says to God, 'Is not my name-day yet?' And God replies, 'O San Giovanni, you have been to sleep and your name-day is over while you slept.
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