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And the thing for you to do, Karen, is to get out of her way as quick as you can." "Yes, I am going," said Karen. Again Mrs. Talcott sat silent. "I'd like to talk to you about that, Karen," she then said. "I want to ask you to give up going to Frau Lippheim. There ain't any sense in that. It's a poor plan. What you ought to do, Karen, is to go right back to your nice young husband."
"It is like old times, isn't it, Franz?" said Karen, ignoring her husband and addressing her former suitor. "It has been oh, years since I have heard such talk. Tante needs all of you, really, to draw her out. She has been wonderful this afternoon, hasn't she?" "Ah, kolossal!" said Herr Lippheim, making no gesture, but expressing the depths of his appreciation by an emphasized solemnity of gaze.
Barker to pack my clothes and send them to me there." "You have no money." "Frau Lippheim will lend me money. My guardian will take care of me. It is not for you to have any thought for me." He dropped her arm. "Very well. Go then," he said. He turned from her. He heard that she paused, the knob of the door in her hand. "Good-bye," she then said.
The maids were summoned; they supported Madame von Marwitz's body; Burton took her shoulders and Mrs. Talcott her feet. So the afflicted woman was carried into the house and upstairs and laid upon her bed. Mrs. Talcott then went and sent telegrams to Frau Lippheim and to Gregory Jardine. She asked them to let her know if Karen arrived in London during the day. She had her answers that evening.
Forrester, a letter to Frau Lippheim, and a note to Tallie. It was as if she had thrown her shuttle across a vast loom that, drawing her after the thread she held, enmeshed her now with all the others in its moving web. She no longer wove; she was being woven into the pattern. Even if she would she could not extricate herself. The thought of this overmastering destiny sustained and fortified her.
Herr Lippheim stood holding Karen's hands saying, as she shook them, that he would bring das Mütterchen and die Schwesterchen to-morrow. Belot came for a last cup of tea and drank it in sonorous draughts, exchanging a few words with Gregory. He had nothing against Belot. Mr.
One of the boys inquired whether there were not danger to Madame von Marwitz from les Peaux-Rouges, and when he was reassured and the question of buffaloes disposed of Madame Belot was able to make herself heard, informing Karen that the Lippheims, Franz, Frau Lippheim, Lotta, Minna and Elizabeth, were to give three concerts in Paris that winter. "You have not seen them yet, Karen?" she asked. "They have not yet met Monsieur Jardine?" And when Karen said no, not yet; but that she had heard from Frau Lippheim that they were to come to London after Paris, Madame Belot suggested that the young couple might have time now to travel up to Leipsig and take the Lippheims by surprise. "Voil
Franz might have his vague perceptions. "Ach! Ach!" he had ejaculated once or twice while she spoke. And Frau Lippheim had only said: "Liebes Kind! Liebes, armes Kind!" She was, after all, going back to the great Tante and they felt, no doubt, that no grief could be ultimate which had that compensatory refuge. She was going back to Tante.
"No," Gregory returned, with a chill utterance. "I know nothing about music." "Is it so, Karen?" Herr Lippheim questioned, his guileless warmth hardly tempered. "My husband is no artist," Karen answered. It was from her tone rather than from Gregory's that Herr Lippheim seemed to receive his intimation; he was a little disconcerted; he could interpret Karen's tones. "Ach so!
"It isn't perhaps quite what one would have expected for him," Mrs. Forrester conceded; "but she is a dear girl. She behaved very prettily while she was here with Lady Jardine." "Did she? It is a very different marriage, isn't it, from the one that Mercedes had thought suitable. She told you, I suppose, about Franz Lippheim." "Yes; I heard about that. Mercedes was a good deal disappointed.
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