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Helene, who loved not the tools of my father, had, upon his entrance, promptly gathered up her white cobwebs and lace, and had betaken herself to her own room. "I must be bidding you a fortunate evening and wishing you an untroubled sleep," said Michael, with studious politeness, rising to his feet.
Helene sat a long time plunged in the stupor which the information, supplied by this woman with such fortuitous seasonableness, had brought upon her. She now knew the place of assignation. It was a room, with pink decorations, in that old tumbledown house!
How things have changed since last evening when I planned a sleepy evening at the opera. I wonder what the outcome will be?" Helene looked up at him quickly, then as suddenly toward the Russian danseuse within the golden frame of the great proscenium. The orchestra, with its maddening Slavic music, stirred her pulses with a strange telepathy. The evening wore along, until the final curtain.
So they made their little mistake, and in their hurry they left the light burning in the room of Helene Vauquier, and the murder was discovered seven hours too soon for them." "Seven hours!" said Mr. Ricardo. "Yes. The household did not rise early. It was not until seven that the charwoman came. It was she who was meant to discover the crime.
"How strange!" murmured Helene, as the waiter brought them some champagne and indigestible pastries the true ingredients of 'dansant the'. "Yes, on with the dance-let joy be unrefined! The fall of the Roman Empire was the bounce of a rubber nursery ball, compared with this New York avalanche of luxurious satiation!
"I see I've talked for nothing," said Leighton. "It isn't the Folly person that flattened me out. It's what's around her, outside of her." "That's what you think," said Hélène. "But, still, it's she I'd like to see." "That's lucky," said Leighton, "because you 're going to." "When?" "To-morrow. Lunch." "What's the idea?" "The idea is this.
"Helene," he whispered, approaching her; he wished to take her in his arms. She trembled, although she did not turn round; the next moment she sprang away from him, and did not pause till she had got down to the boat, which she was about to push off, but bethought herself that it would be too cowardly, so she remained standing and watched him come after her.
To this the little soldier vouchsafed no reply, but hung his head, laughing awkwardly, and scraping the carpet with the tip of his boot. "Then you will have to marry her when you leave the army?" Helene continued questioning. "Yes, to be sure!" exclaimed he, his face turning very red. "Yes, of course; we are engaged!"
Meantime the heat from the fire was bedewing her pale brow with beads of perspiration, and behind her the wind, coming in through the half-open window, quivered delightfully on her neck. "Madame, your water is boiling," again said Rosalie. "There will be soon none left in the kettle." She held the kettle before her, and Helene, for the moment astonished, was forced to rise. "Oh, yes! thank you!"
Now I wist not how or at what dignified speed the Belle Helène swept on down that mighty river through the rich southern lands; nor do I scarce half remember the painstaking persistent run we made with the grimy Sea Rover in pursuit, hour after hour, night or day.
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