Dictator

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. The May sunlight streamed in through the window, making curious patterns of the curtains upon the carpet. Outside, the tide of life was flowing fast, the green leaves of the Park were already offering agreeable shade to early strollers, the noise of cabs and omnibuses had set in steadily for the day. Outside, Knightsbridge was awake and active, inside, sleep reigned with quiet. The room was one of the best bedrooms in Paulo's Hotel, it was really tastefully furnished, soberly decorated, in the style of the fifteenth French Louis. A very good copy of Watteau was over the mantel-piece, the only picture in the room. There had been a fire in the hearth overnight, for a grey ash lay there. Outside on the ample balcony stood a laurel in a big blue pot, an emblematic tribute on Paulo's part to honourable defeat which might yet turn to victory.