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"Well," said Ralph, "those rolls are made up so prettily, and look so tempting, that I wish I had not finished my supper." "You are right," said the doctor, "they are aesthetic enough for La Fleur," and then pushing back his chair a little, he looked steadfastly, with a slight smile on his face, at the figure, with bowed sunbonnet, which was standing on the other side of the table.
It's on my way, I'm just off back to Pangbourne. My name's Mont. I saw you at the picture-gallery you remember when your father invited me to see his pictures." "Oh!" said Fleur; "yes the handkerchief." To this young man she owed Jon; and, taking his hand, she stepped down into the skiff. Still emotional, and a little out of breath, she sat silent; not so the young man.
Daylight broke, and they found that the vessel had made an attempt for the Spanish coast, being within a mile of the beach, and facing a large battery fleur d'eau; fortunately they had time to square the yards, and steer the ship along shore under the top-sails, before they were perceived.
While the reader is left to pause over the rapid succession of incidents resulting from the mysterious entrance of the warrior of the Fleur de lis into the English fort, be it our task to explain the circumstances connected with the singular disappearance of Captain de Haldimar, and the melancholy murder of his unfortunate servant.
"Your Father didn't wish you to hear," she said, with all the aplomb she could muster. "These things will happen. I've often told him he ought to let you know." "Oh!" said Fleur, and that was all, but it made Winifred pat her shoulder a firm little shoulder, nice and white!
"This is Fleur Forsyte, Jolyon; Jon brought her down to see the house. Let's have tea at once she has to catch a train. Jon, tell them, dear, and telephone to the Dragon for a car." To leave her alone with them was strange, and yet, as no doubt his mother had foreseen, the least of evils at the moment; so he ran up into the house.
"And they'll continue not to know each, other," he added, but instantly regretted the challenge in those words. Fleur was smiling. In this age, when young people prided themselves on going their own ways and paying no attention to any sort of decent prejudice, he had said the very thing to excite her wilfulness. Then, recollecting the expression on Irene's face, he breathed again.
Soames shook his head so far as that was possible. "Why do you keep me on tenterhooks like this, putting me off and off?" "Darling, it was very harmless." "Harmless! Much you know what's harmless and what isn't." Fleur dropped her arms. "Well, then, dear, suppose you tell me; and be quite frank about it." And she went over to the window-seat.
He had never been lost in a dream himself there was nothing to be had out of it; and where she got it from he did not know! Certainly not from Annette! And yet Annette, as a young girl, when he was hanging about her, had once had a flowery look. Well, she had lost it now! Fleur rose from her chair swiftly, restlessly, and flung herself down at a writing-table.
The next three days were passed in semi-darkness, and a dulled, aching indifference to all except the feel of ice on his forehead and his mother's smile. She never moved from his room, never relaxed her noiseless vigilance, which seemed to Jon angelic. But there were moments when he was extremely sorry for himself, and wished terribly that Fleur could see him.
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