Harlequin's Lane

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​⁠Mr. Satterthwaite was never quite sure what took him to stay with the Denmans. They were not of his kind—that is to say, they belonged neither to the great world, nor to the more interesting artistic circles. They were Philistines, and dull Philistines at that. Mr. Satterthwaite had met them first at Biarritz, had accepted an invitation to stay with them, had come, had been bored, and yet strangel