William Blake Stained Glass Colouring Book

One thing I noticed, however, and that was how she used to like to squeeze my hand and kiss me. "Well, one day she called just as my mother was going to a garden-fete at the Austrian Embassy. She asked if I was going, too, and when my mother told her I was not, she said, "Poor boy! He will be awfully lonely. Do let me take him home this afternoon; he can stay to dinner, and I will send him back in the carriage afterwards." My mother saw no objection, so Cecile carried me off in triumph, and I was soon seated beside her in her victoria and being rattled along as fast as the horses could take us to the Avenue Hoche. When we got there, she took me upstairs to her boudoir-a ripping room, with stained-glass windows, and lots of flowers, and all that sort of thing. Cecile gave me some picture-books to look at, while she took off her hat and cloak; and then rang for the maid to bring up some fruit and wine. "She made me drink two or three glasses, and then called to me to come and sit beside her on a big sofa that took up nearly all one side of the room. "You are a nice boy, Gaston," she said, putting her arms round me and kissing my cheek ...»