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Jasper raised his eyebrows; then, with a low bow to Lady Constance, and a gentle, deprecatory shrug of his shoulders, walked away. The girl waited till he was out of earshot, then turned impulsively to Lord Standon. "I hate that man," she said in a low voice; "and sometimes I believe he hates Adrien too."
Seeing this, she opened the casement and stood framed by the surrounding greenery. Adrien waved his hand to her; then, hastily scribbling something in a note-book, he tore the page out, and evidently despatched it by one of the waiting servants. She watched every movement, with eyes shining with eagerness, and could have cried bitterly at the thought of his absence.
"In splendid form, sir," Adrien answered cheerfully. "I should think it is a safe thing. If you are quite all right, I'll get back to the others now, before the crush begins." His father nodded, and the young man made his way back to the stand. Here he found the Castle guests already seated.
She smiled, as she gazed up at him. "You look very tired," she said softly. "This ball has been a strain on you, has it not?" "Not more than usual," he returned. "At any rate, it will be my last for some time to come." "Your last!" she echoed, looking up at him with wide, startled eyes. "What do you mean, Adrien?"
I do not feel at all well. Nicolle said, 'Shall I go and wake Jacquotte? And M. Benassis answered, 'Oh! no, no, and came upstairs. "I said, 'I have your tea here, all ready for you, and he smiled at me in the way that you know, and said, 'Thank you, Adrien. That was his last smile. In a moment he began to take off his cravat, as though he could not breathe.
"I had a note from him last night saying he would be here by lunch time, and was bringing a few friends down with him." "And Mr. Vermont, too?" inquired Lady Constance almost timidly. The old man's face darkened and his thin lips set in a hard line. "Yes," he said fiercely, "I suppose so. Adrien is as much in love with him as a young fellow with his first sweetheart.
Adrien was inconsolable at first at this change, for which he was not prepared, but his vanity soon came uppermost; he understood that it was an advancement, and took himself for a great personage, since he had the honour of approaching and serving the King.
Reaching the spot from which the crowd was being kept back, they found two men bending over the little heap of scarlet silk and leather. Shelton, who had been one of the stewards, looked up as Adrien approached, and shook his head. Adrien bent down beside him, and gazed at the thin, shrivelled face of the jockey. "Have you sent for a doctor, Shelton?" he asked.
"The French language does not lend itself very readily to poetry, does it?" Astolphe remarked to Chatelet. "Cicero's prose is a thousand times more poetical to my way of thinking." "The true poetry of France is song, lyric verse," Chatelet answered. "Which proves that our language is eminently adapted for music," said Adrien.
"My darling," he murmured as they emerged from the church, "we do not need the world, you and I. We have each other, that shall be world enough for us." "Not to the world do I owe you, Adrien," said Lady Constance gravely, "but to another woman." Drawing him to the marble slab, which stood close to the porch, she bent down and placed her bridal bouquet of white roses on the grave of Jessica.
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