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Updated: June 13, 2025
He said farewells after this, and once more my wife and I were alone in the brougham. Alathea wore her mask. Having been received now as my wife, and by the Duchesse whom she loves and respects, she knows she cannot go on suggesting she will not live in the flat with me. She cannot bring herself to speak about Suzette, because the inference would be that she objects.
But it is with Rubens' 'Arundel Family, which, we must remember, ranks second in English family pictures, that we have to do. Thomas, Earl of Arundel, and the Lady Alathea, are under a portico with twisted columns, like those in Raphael's cartoons; a rich curtain, and a landscape with a large mansion are seen beyond.
We are both strong souls, shall we have the strength to conquer outside things and be really "one eternally"? Alathea must have been looking at this not an hour or more ago, what did it make her think of, I wonder? I determined to ask her to read the whole poem presently, when we should be sitting together in the afternoon.
"The phenomenon!" exclaimed Miss Alathea. "The Diana!" said the Colonel, looking at Frank slyly. "Yes; she's coming," Frank said gaily, and then, looking down the path, started violently. "Heavens, she's coming!" The Colonel, who also had looked down the path, hurriedly approached him, feigning worry. "Frank, I haven't got 'em again, have I?"
She went to the piano, and she began the Debussy she had played that afternoon when I had first asked her to play I never can remember its name and when she had finished she stopped. "What made you play that now?" I asked. "I felt like it." "It wrenches my nerves. What makes you feel all unrestful and rebellious and defiant, Alathea, am I not keeping the bargain?" "Yes, of course."
Miss Alathea hugged the tree and looked, not at the horses, for that was quite impossible, but up at him with wide, imploring eyes. "She's at it again, though, now!" he cried. "It's beyond anything mortal, but she's gaining ... gaining!" Miss Alathea's excitement now was every bit as great as his.
She paused, and eagerly the mare stepped up to her, nuzzleing her caressing hand. Then, with a bound, the girl was on the graceful creature's back, landing in her place as lightly as a wind-blown thistle-down, as gracefully as a fairy horsewoman. "Heavens!" cried Barbara. "She's on Queen Bess!" "She'll be killed!" Miss Alathea screamed, in terror.
And that is why we shrink from mutilated bodies . Until I can be quite sure that I should love Alathea just the same were she disfigured as I am I cannot in justice expect her to return my passion . The predatory instinct in woman had received a rebuff, and demanded renewed advance.
I noticed that she wore no bracelets or rings, nothing of mine, not even the wedding ring. We were icy to each other during the meal, and made conversation, and when we were alone with the coffee I just said: "I hope that you have not forgotten that at four o'clock we are to go to the Duchesse's to meet the friends that she thinks it is suitable for you to know." Alathea started.
Her skin is so transparent that the colour fluctuates with every emotion. I love to watch it. What a mercy that I had very strong sight! for my one eye sees quite clearly. At luncheon we talked of the time of the Fronde Alathea is so wonderfully well read.
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