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'The children simply adore her already, he heard, 'and she won Mother's confidence at the very start. They can't manage her long name. They just call her the Little Countess die kleine Grafin. She's doing a most astonishing work in Austria, it seems, with children... the Montessori method, and all that.... 'By George, now; is it possible? Bourcelles accepted her at once then?
However, though it was too late to save "this lunatic Adams," he gave orders that Vivie was to be let alone. He even, through Gräfin von Stachelberg, transmitted to her his regrets that she and her mother had been treated so cavalierly at the Hotel Impérial. It was not through any orders of his.
"Herr Doktor!" she called to the dinner-table. By Jove! this girl had grit: her pluck was splendid. Clubfoot came stumping over, all smiles after his food and smoking a long cigar that smelt delicious. "Frau Gräfin?" he queried, glancing at me. "This is a man who served under my husband in Galicia. He is ill and out of work, and wishes me to help him.
I heard the chairs scrape in the corner of the hall where the dinner-party was breaking up. "The Frau Gräfin has only to command," I said. "The Frau Gräfin knows I have been waiting for years...." Clubfoot was crossing towards the open door.
Medlicott's sketch of the mud baths, with Jock shrinking into a corner out of the way of the fat Grafin! You have everything. Here is Armine's Easter hymn!" "I wished to commemorate the whole range of feeling," said Fordham. "I see; you have even picked out the least ridiculous chapter of Jotapata. I wish some one had sketched you patiently listening to the nineteen copy-books.
Your Chris. Koseritz, Saturday evening, July 18, 1914. My darling little mother, See where I've got to! Who'd have thought it? Life is really very exciting, isn't it. The Grafin drove over to Schuppenfelde this afternoon, and took me away with her here.
The observant eyes of Lady Shalem had noted the animated conversation between the Grafin and Ronnie, and she had overheard fragments of the invitation that had been accorded to the latter. "Take us the little foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines," she quoted to herself; "not that that music-boy would do much in the destructive line, but the principle is good."
I've come to the conclusion that the Grafin too wants war, -a big European war, so that Germany, who is so longing to get that tiresome rattling sword of hers out of the scabbard, can seize the excuse and rush in. One only has to have stayed here, lived among them and heard them talk, to know that they're all on tiptoe for an excuse to start their attacking.
I expect he resented my intrusion into a sphere where his influence had probably been supreme and where he had doubtless managed to secure a good harvest of pickings. He left me to my luncheon and went away. After an excellent lunch, washed down by some first-rate claret, I was enjoying my cigar over a book when Josef reappeared again. "The Frau Gräfin will see you downstairs!" he said.
It is this silence here, this absurd peaceful sunshine, and the placid Grafin, and the bland unconsciousness of nature that I find hard to bear. Berlin, Wednesday, July 29th. My own little mother,
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