United States or Denmark ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I asked, confused for an instant. Then I remembered, and almost chuckled. The conversation I had had with him came back to me, and I recalled a queer look on his face which had puzzled me till I forgot it. I determined to keep up the little mystery I'd inadvertently made. "I know," I said gravely. "Quite a different kind of friend." "Some one you like better than Monsieur Charretier?"
But I was as helpless as a person in a nightmare; and, indeed, it was as unreal and dreadful to me as a nightmare to see that fat, fur-coated figure walking toward me, with the bearded face of Monsieur Charretier showing between turned-up collar and motor-cap surmounted by lifted goggles. They say you have time to think of everything while you are drowning.
Of course I dreaded the Princess; but I always did like adventures, and it appeared to me distinctly an adventure to be a companion, even in misery. Besides, it was nice to have come away from Monsieur Charretier, and to feel that not only did he not know where I was, but that he wasn't likely to find out. Poor me! I little guessed what an adventure on a grand scale I was in for.
Yet if I flitted about the corridors between my mistress's room and mine, I might run up against the enemy at any minute. I tried to mend the ravelled edges of my courage by reminding myself that Monsieur Charretier couldn't pick me up in his motor-car, and run off with me against my will; but the argument wasn't much of a stimulant.
Monsieur Charretier Alphonse, as he once asked me to call him! told her he was on his way to Cannes, where he heard that a friend of his, whom it was very necessary for him to see, was visiting a Russian Princess.
"But I am thinking of her thoughts which she will probably never know." Then I did wish that I, too, had a hidden sorrow in my life, a man in the background, but as unlike Monsieur Charretier as possible, for whose love I could call upon my brother's sympathy.
There was nothing else to do, if anything were to be done; and you'd seemed to fall in with my suggestion. It would have been a pity, I thought, if your visit to Avignon were to be spoiled by a thing like that." "Meaning Monsieur Charretier? I hardly slept last night for dwelling on the pity of it." "It's all right, then? I haven't put my foot into it?" "Your foot! You've put your brains into it.
She was too much interested, all the time I was undressing her, in speculating about Monsieur Charretier to Sir Samuel. It seems that they struck up an acquaintance over their coffee on the strength of a little episode in the hall. "Inadvertently I introduced them threw them at each others' heads.
"You're much too young and pretty to be anywhere alone." "I can't go on living with them unless I promise to marry Monsieur Charretier," I explained. "I'd rather scrub floors than marry Monsieur Charretier." "You'd never finish one floor. The second would finish you. I thought French girls well, then, half French girls usually let their people arrange their marriages." "Perhaps I'm not usual.
It was the Liver Pills which had eventually introduced into her brain the idea she falteringly embodied for me. The husband of the quaint creature had invented the pills, even as Monsieur Charretier had invented his abomination. Because of the pills he had been made a Knight; at least, Lady Kilmarny didn't know any other reason.
Word Of The Day