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How he preferred the quiet pleasure of reading at the fireside, a chat with a friend, or listening to one of Beethoven's sonatas, or a selection from Mendelssohn played by Adrienne, whose companionship made the unmarked flight of the hours pass more sweetly. It was for that that he was created. At least he thought so and believed it.
"I didn't have the least word to say about it. Nobody would listen to me." Judith's comical air of resignation provoked a laugh. "You should thus be pleased that you are well-liked, Judy," asserted Adrienne. "And Alicia, here, we were delighted with your success, ma chere." "I never dreamed of being nominated." A faint color stole into Alicia's pale face.
Apparently the two had found each other's society somewhat absorbing, for Adrienne had laughingly declared that she didn't quite know whether Jerry were really staying at Red Gables or at the Rectory. "Pobs and Joan sent all sorts of nice messages for you," said Diana, smiling a little. "They're both coming up to town for my recital, you know." "Are they?" eagerly.
Adrienne remained pensive for a moment, and then said rapidly: "To morrow yes not before to-morrow. I have a superstition of the heart." "What is it?" "You shall know.
He tendered Vaudrey the portfolio of the Interior. "A minister!" said Adrienne, now overcome with delight. Vaudrey had risen and, a little uneasy, was mechanically searching for something, still holding his napkin in his hand. "My hat," he said. "My overcoat. A carriage." Adrienne, with her hands clasped in a sort of childish admiration, looked at him as if he had become suddenly transformed.
I have often remarked, that, as a poet may find an excellent rhyme by mere chance, so the germ of the best ideas is sometimes found in a word, or in some absurd resemblance like the present. That abominable hag, Sainte-Colombo, and the pretty Adrienne de Cardoville, go as well together, as a ring would suit a cat, or a necklace a fish. Well, there is nothing in it."
The count having paused a second, by reason of the barbarous spelling of the name of Djalma's father, Adrienne immediately said to him, in her soft voice: "The son of Kadja-sing." "What a memory!" said the count, with a smile. And he resumed: "'A young hero, the son of Kadja-sing, king of Mundi.
Suddenly she thought she had guessed it, and exclaimed: "I see there is a mistake here. I do not understand how, but there is a mistake. You take me for some one else. Do you know who I am? My name is Adrienne de Cardoville You see, therefore, that I am at liberty to leave this house; no one in the world has the right to detain me. I command you, then, to fetch me a coach immediately.
Madame Vaudrey had not yet complained, but she was already suffering. Was it merely politics, or was it some woman who was taking her husband from Adrienne? Guy did not know, but he would know. The pretty Madame Vaudrey interested him. "If that idiot Sulpice were not my friend, I would make love to her.
Then only did Adrienne feel her strength fail her for only superhuman courage had enabled her to watch all the terrible incidents of the struggle.
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