Chapter 25

“Why don’t you enthuse about him as I do?” asked the Count, with a pleasant smile, looking at her very tenderly as he spoke. “Peter Resch dedicated his rubbish to him, and that was enough for me,” was the Countess’s laughing retort. “Pooh, Peter Resch, indeed!” said the Count. “He is one of the Impressionists who has arrived. By the way, dearest, I have got something new.” “From the Jennifer gallery?” “Can one get a real picture anywhere else? There is nothing left.... And one has a clear and incontestable and dire…