小迎书屋

Eugene Pickeringby Henry JamesCHAPTER I.It was at Homburg, several years ago, before the gaming had beensuppressed. The evening was very warm, and all the world wasgathered on the terrace of the Kursaal and the esplanade below it tolisten to the excellent orchestra; or half the world, rather, for thecrowd was equally dense in the gaming-rooms around the tables.Everywhere the crowd was great. The night was perfect, the seasonwas at its height, the open windows of the Kursaal sent long shaftsof un