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'You know that really peculiar feeling I sometimes have? 'Which, dear? 'You know that sort of emptiness in the feet, and heaviness in the head, and that curious kind of twitching of the eyelids that I get? 'Yes, I know. Well, dear? 'Well, Madame Frabelle has given me a complete cure for it. 'Which, dear? 'How do you mean "Which"? Which what? 'Which peculiar feeling?
Somehow or other Bruce's had gone over it. She didn't appear to notice it. 'What small hands you have! he remarked. 'Oh no! I take sixes, said the lady, whose size was really three-quarters more than that. He insisted on looking at the grey suede glove, and then examined her rings. 'I suppose these rings have er associations for you, Madame Frabelle? 'Ah! she said, shaking her head.
Edith was thinking of Aylmer Ross. Where was he now? Would she ever see him again? Had she been wise to throw away her happiness like that? She tried to put the thought aside, but she observed, with a smile, that Madame Frabelle looked and not when he was looking at her a shade tenderly at Bruce.
I'm afraid I've utterly forgotten what we were talking about, said Edith, looking at the door with some anxiety. She was hoping that Madame Frabelle would soon come down and cause a diversion.
Delicacy about what? It was an effort not to laugh; but, oddly enough, it was also an effort not to feel secretly miserable. She wondered, though, what she was unhappy about. She need not have troubled, for Madame Frabelle was quite willing to tell her. She was, indeed, willing to tell anyone anything. Perhaps that was the secret of her charm.
Bruce was quiet and subdued now from combined nervousness and pride, but for the few days previous he had been terribly trying to his unfortunate wife; nothing, according to him, could be good enough for the purpose of impressing Madame Frabelle, and he appeared to have lost all his confidence in Edith's undeniable gift for receiving.
It appeared to have fallen from the skies; it was put on in the wrong place, and it did not nestle, as it should do, and appear to grow out of the hair, since that glory of womanhood, in her case of a dull brown, going slightly grey, was smooth, scarce and plainly parted. Madame Frabelle really would have looked her best in a cap of the fashion of the sixties.
'Yes, said Edith quickly, 'and a pessimist is the person who lives with the optimist. 'Dear, dear. I always thought the old joke was that an optimist looks after the eyes, and a pessimist after the feet! cried Madame Frabelle as she fastened her cloak. 'Why, then, he ought to go to a cheer-upadist! said Mr Mitchell. And they left him in roars of laughter.
Most of the evening Madame Frabelle read up Baedeker, to the immense astonishment of Bruce, who had never before thought of regarding the river from the historical and geographical point of view.
'When a man says that, he means there is only one woman in the world, and he's in love with her, and she is not in love with him. 'Men are not so faithful as women, remarked Madame Frabelle, with the air of a discovery. 'Perhaps not. And yet well, I think the difference is that a man is often more in love with the woman he is unfaithful to than with the woman he is unfaithful with.
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