To remember Monsieur Robert Russ Mellin -- he promise to come to tea Hotel Magnifique, Roma, at five oclock Thursday.So read the awkwardly-worded calling-card he pulled from his pocket -- the card that brought him here, to this chandelier-brightened room where he looked around with the pleasurable joy of recognition -- with the knowledge that here, here, was where he belonged: among the gentle, the polished, the refined . . . and the beautiful.Europe had been his goal so long -- and his hopes for pleasure grew high when he actually neared its shining horizon. But disappointment was there to meet him, during the first stages of his journey. London, his first stopping-place, gave him a few dreadful days. He knew nobody, and had not understood how heavily sheer loneliness -- something he never felt before -- would weigh down his spirits.But on his way to Paris, something happened. It was as though a light had been turned on: and now glowing promise seemed to fill his entire life . . .
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PEOPLE; Search the history of over 424 billion web pages on the Internet. search Search the Wayback Machine. Featured texts All Books All Texts latest This Just In Smithsonian Libraries FEDLINK (US) Genealogy Lincoln Collection Full text of "A bibliography of Booth Tarkington, 1869-1946" His Own People by Booth Tarkington - … 2020-4-8 · The following afternoon found him still in that enviable condition as he stood listening to the music on the Pincian Hill. He had it of rumor that the Fashion of Rome usually took a turn there before it went to tea, and he had it from the lady herself that Madame de Vaurigard would be there.