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Mademoiselle," he added, lowering his tone, "to the eternal continuance of those things which lie between you and me!" Estermen had departed and Julien breathed the freer for it. Mademoiselle Ixe chattered to him for a few moments, and Herr Freudenberg whispered in the ears of Albert, who withdrew at once. "One must eat," Herr Freudenberg declared.
She was leaning back in her place, watching the boughs of the lime trees swinging gently back and forth in the night breeze, the cool moonlight outside, refreshing in its contrast to the over-lit and overheated auditorium of the music-hall. On the stage a Revue was in full swing. Mademoiselle Ixe glanced at it but seldom. Her eyes seemed to be always outside.
Julien rose to his feet, turned the key and opened the door. "Mademoiselle!" he exclaimed, genuinely surprised. It was Mademoiselle Ixe who glided past him into the room. She signed to him to close the door. He did so, and turning slowly faced her. She was standing a few yards away, her lips a little parted, pale notwithstanding the delicately artistic touch of coloring upon her cheeks.
He dressed, dined at the Ambassadeurs with Mademoiselle Ixe from the Opera, sent for me, learned that I was at the Maison Leon d'Or, telephoned there, and all for this one thing that I should bring you to him without a moment's delay." "But where is he now?" Julien asked again. Estermen glanced at the clock and at a piece of paper which he took from his pocket.
"Tell me, is what I have proposed in any way attractive to you?" Herr Freudenberg asked, still speaking in an undertone. "In a sense it is," Julien answered. "It needs further consideration, of course. I must also consult my friend." Herr Freudenberg glanced at Kendricks and shrugged his shoulders. He had the air of one slightly annoyed. Kendricks was bending over Mademoiselle Ixe.
Yet forgive me if I am stupid. Tell me why you have come to see me this afternoon and why you are afraid that you are followed?" "Why?" she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "Ah, Monsieur Sir Julien, it is hard indeed to tell you that!" Mademoiselle Ixe was without doubt an extraordinarily pretty young woman.
"It is fate!" he exclaimed, striking a dramatic attitude. "It is the gentleman who ate both portions of chicken!" mademoiselle cried. "It is the gallant Englishman of the Cafe Helder," madame laughed, her double chin becoming more and more evident. "And yonder, in the corner, sits Mademoiselle Ixe," Kendricks whispered to Julien. "For whom does she wait, I wonder?".
Come there, and presently Mademoiselle Ixe will sing to us, mademoiselle with the yellow hair there will dance, the orchestra shall play their maddest music. This is Paris and we are young. Ah, my friends, it comes to us but seldom to live like this!" They all sat down together. Herr Freudenberg gave reckless orders for more wine.
Permit me to thank you for the pleasure which your brief visit has afforded me." The door was opened before her. Julien stood on one side. The smile with which he dismissed her was half contemptuous, half kindly. Upon the threshold she hesitated. "Sir Julien!" "Mademoiselle Ixe?"
"It is sound," he agreed. "I will join you, with pleasure." "Mademoiselle," Herr Freudenberg continued, "permit me to introduce my new friend, Mr. Kendricks. Mr. Kendricks Mademoiselle Ixe. We will now begin, if it is your pleasure, to spend the evening. There is room in our corner, Mr. Kendricks.
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