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Updated: June 9, 2025
Clerambault had been so absorbed by his struggles that he had not seen Aline for months, and had therefore been unable to follow the change in her mood. Rosine might have spoken of it before him, but he had paid no attention.
It did not surprise her that Lady Clifford should fail to appear at déjeuner, but she was unprepared for the new development announced by Aline, the maid, who came into the dining-room at the close of the meal and somewhat portentously informed the doctor that her ladyship was "trés souffrante" and wished to see him at once. "Souffrante, Aline?" repeated Miss Clifford. "Is it a headache?"
Each time she was in love Aline believed it would last. That in the past it never had lasted did not discourage her. What to do with these photographs that so vividly recalled the most tumultuous period of his life Nelson could not decide. If he hid them away and Sally found them, he knew she would make his life miserable.
We had the same garden. Such a nice girl, and so handsome and clever!" And, observing the pleasure with which she was listened to, Aline used to recall the times which already formed a past for her, seductive and melancholy like all pasts. She was very much alone in life, the little Felicia.
"The gentlemen are waiting below, miss. They won't leave until they see you." "How can I go now? Send them away, send them away!" "Yes, miss; but I told them what you said this afternoon about the danger of Holiest Mother " "Hush! she is calling." Aline slipped into the room on hurried feet, her eyes dilated, her hair in anxious disorder. But the invalid made no signal.
Aline tried to think that she was the weirdest frump in the world, and absolutely impossible as a fascinator; but she knew that the weirdness would be superficial to the eye of Man. The thing was to hurry her away in all her frumpiness. Aline brought them into the low-ceiled drawing-room which, with her own hands, she had made beautiful with many flowers in honour of Somerled's coming.
She turned to him again, and he perceived that her eyes were shining now suspiciously. In an instant the mockery in him was quenched in contrition. "Lord, what a beast I am, Aline!" he cried, as he advanced. "Forgive me if you can." Almost had she turned to sue forgiveness from him. But his contrition removed the need. "I'll try," said she, "provided that you undertake not to offend again."
Aline made a little grimace as she replied: "If I thought you were speaking seriously, I would go and get into my own bed at once!" "Child! will you not in your turn be mistress of a home? Is it not necessary for you to become accustomed to it? It is an excellent opportunity, and, with my aunt as a guide, you are sure to acquit yourself well."
Her face was inflexible. "Aline, my pet, it's no good arguing. You might just as well argue with a wolf on the trail of a fat Russian peasant. I need that money. I need it in my business. I need it worse than anybody has ever needed anything. And I'm going to have it! From now on, until further notice, I am your lady's maid. You can give your present one a holiday." Aline met her eyes waveringly.
"When you are married you can do as you like. Until then you must leave your education in the hands of those who are interested in you." "All my friends," replied Aline with a pout, "have relatives who are interested in them, at least as much as your aunt is in me, and they do not prevent their reading the books they like.
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