The Three Ages of Woman

The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
Venus and Cupid
　Father could converse in good British French. He hada smattering of Italian and he could make a guess at plain travellers' German. He knew the sounds of Spanish, Russian and Arabic, though he couldnot understand them. this language was none of those. At a faint guess he hazarded itmight be Turkish or Persian or Armenian, but even of that he was by no means sure. Mr.Robinson replaced the receiver.
　　"I do not think," hesaid genially, "that we shall have long to wait. I aminterested, you know. Very much interested. I have occasionally wondered myself –”
　　Father looked inquiring.
　　"About Bertram's Hotel," said Mr. Robinson. "Financially, you know. Onewonders how it can pay. However, it has never been any of my business. And one appreciates–” He shrugged his