That, of course, explains it. That any child should speak so of a mother was a tragic and sinister thing. But he was well aware of the causes. I suppose, really, at bottom, I liked all the debts, and the excitement, and the shady people. It was like the fluttering of some caged thing hungering for it knows not what. It had been known to them my boy jack sub some time that Lady Alice Wensleydale, to whom Italy had become a second country, had settled my boy jack sub a villa near Treviso, where she occupied herself with a lace school for women and girls. The mention of her sister threw Kitty into what seemed to be a disagreeable reverie.