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But go on. If you are a messenger, give your message." "Lady Ongar bids me tell you that she cannot see you." "But she must see me. She shall see me!" "I am to explain to you that she declines to do so. Surely, Count Pateroff, you must understand " "Ah, bah; I understand everything in such matters as these, better, perhaps, than you, Mr. Clavering. You have given your message.
Count Pateroff, Sophie's brother, was a man who, when he had taken a thing in hand, generally liked to carry it through. It may perhaps be said that most men are of this turn of mind; but the count was, I think, especially eager in this respect.
Of Lady Ongar and his early love he had spoken to Florence at some length, but he did not find it necessary in his letters to tell her anything of Count Pateroff and his dinner at the Beaufort. Nor did he mention the dinner to his dear friend Cecilia.
As he spoke these last words the count's voice was again changed, and the old smile had returned to his face. Harry shook hands with him, and walked away homeward, not without a feeling that the count had got the better of him, even to the end. He had, however, learned how the land lay, and could explain to Lady Ongar that Count Pateroff now knew her wishes and was determined to disregard them.
He was, however, to dine with him on the following day, and would call in Bolton Street as soon as possible after that interview. Exactly at seven o'clock, Harry, having the fear of the threatened fine before his eyes, was at the Blue Posts; and there, standing in the middle of the room, he saw Count Pateroff.
After an interval of some weeks, during which Harry had been down at Clavering and had returned again to his work at the Adelphi, Count Pateroff called again in Bloomsbury Square; but Harry was at Mr. Beilby's office. Harry at once returned the count's visit at the address given in Mount Street.
It is quite good at the Blue Posts quite good! Seven o'clock. You are fined when a minute late; an extra glass of port wine a minute. Now I must go. Ah; yes. I am ruined already." Then Count Pateroff, holding his watch in his hand, bolted out of the room before Harry could say a word to him. He had nothing for it but to go to the dinner, and to the dinner he went.
She told the story of Florence Burton with what result we know; and was quite sharp enough to perceive afterward that the tale had had its intended effect even though her Julie had resolutely declined to speak either of Harry Clavering or of Florence Burton. Count Pateroff had again called in Bolton Street, and had again been refused admittance.
It had been even more than true; for when she had written she had not even heard directly from the count. She had learned by letter from another person that Count Pateroff was in London, and had then communicated the fact to her friend.
It was not one with whom diplomacy would much avail, or who was likely to have money ready under his glove for her behoof. "Ah! Edouard, is that you? I am glad you have come," she said, as Count Pateroff entered the room. "Yes, it is I. I got your note yesterday." "You are good very good. You are always good."
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