St. Martin's Summer

His wig - imposed upon him by necessity, not fashion lay on the table amid a confusion of dusty papers, and on his little fat nose, round and red as a cherry at its end, rested the bridge of his horn-rimmed spectacles. His bald head - so bald and shining that it conveyed an unpleasant sense of nakedness, suggesting that its uncovering had been an act of indelicacy on the owner's part - rested on the back of his great chair, and hid from sight the gaudy escutcheon wrought upon the crimson leather. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and whether from that mouth or from his nose - or, perhaps, conflicting for issue between both - there came a snorting, rumbling sound to proclaim that my Lord the Seneschal was hard at work upon the King's business. Yonder, at a meaner table, in an angle between two windows, a pale-faced thread-bare secretary was performing for a yearly pittance the duties for which my Lord the Seneschal was rewarded by emoluments disproportionately large.

• | Author: Rafael Sabatini
• | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• | Publication Date: Mar 26, 2017
• | Number of Pages: 236 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1544097832
• | ISBN-13: 9781544097831