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I closed the door, and put my back against it. The glass I still held in my hand. "Now, Yvette, I want to ask you a few questions." She stood before me, pretty even in her plain black frock and black apron, and folded her hands. Her face showed no emotion whatever. "Yes, monsieur, but mademoiselle will need me." "Mademoiselle will not need you. She will never need you again." "Monsieur says?"
He now recollected Yvette perfectly, and when not restrained by the modesty of some person of the opposite sex, he described her costume in the play with minute detail.
As for going to live at Monksmead with her and Auntie Yvette it would be an even bigger crime.
It is knowledge of style that accounts for the long careers of Marcella Sembrich and Lilli Lehmann or of Yvette Guilbert and Maggie Cline for that matter. It is knowledge of style that makes De Wolf Hopper a great artist in his interpretation of the music of Sullivan and the words of Gilbert.
No word or gesture or movement of young Homer Locker and Yvette Hinchbrooke went undiscussed. Nobody in town was unaware of Homer's infatuation for the coffee demonstrator with the one exception of Homer's father, who was too busy waiting upon the unaccustomed rush of trade to notice anything else. On the fourth evening of Yvette's stay in Coldriver there was a dance in the town hall.
The Marquise having taken Saval's arm, he took Yvette's, and they began to stroll about the lawn, appearing and disappearing every minute, behind the clumps of trees. Yvette walked with a thoughtful air, looking at the gravel of the pathway, appearing hardly to hear what her companion said and scarcely answering him. Suddenly she asked: "Are you truly my friend, Muscade?"
We camped just without the courtyard of a fine temple, and at four o'clock Yvette and I went over to the water which was swarming with ducks and geese. Neither of us will ever forget that shoot in the glorious afternoon sunlight.
The reply, which arrived in a day or two, appeared from its redundancy and incoherence to be the composition of Miss Yvette Seymour Stukeley, and bade Major Decies either send or bring the infant Damocles to Monksmead immediately. The Major decided to apply forthwith for such privilege-leave and furlough as were due to him, and to proceed to England with the boy.
Then with an indolence in her amorous and lazy gestures, she gave her pretty white hand to the Baron, who kissed it softly. Yvette and Servigny started. They went along the river, crossed the bridge and went on to the island, and then seated themselves on the bank, beneath the willows, for it was too soon to go to La Grenouillere.
But when it noticed, not later than the second day of Miss Yvette Hinchbrooke's career in their midst, that young Homer Locker flapped about her like some over-grown insect about a street lamp, it took no pains to conceal its delight and devoutly hoped for the worst. "Looks like Providence was steppin' in," said Elder Hooper to Deacon Pettybone.
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