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Audrey made no reply. The morning had been unusually silent, giving considerable scope for Miss Ingate's faculty for leaving well alone. "I suppose you aren't coming out?" added Miss Ingate. "No. I went out a bit this morning. You know I have my French lesson in twenty minutes." "Of course." Miss Ingate seized her apparatus and departed.
Without seeing you I could not practise. Without practice I could not play. Without playing I could not earn money. Therefore I spent money in order to get money. Such, Madame, was the commercial side. What a beautiful lawn for tennis you have in your garden!" Audrey was more than surprised, she was staggered by the revelation of the attitude of genius towards money. She had not suspected it.
Although the moon should have nothing to say to Endymion, although he should settle down with Audrey and feed pigs, do you not think he would move with a better grace, and cherish higher thoughts to the end? The lout he meets at church never had a fancy above Audrey's snood; but there is a reminiscence in Endymion's heart that, like a spice, keeps it fresh and haughty.
It was not in Audrey Noel to deny herself to any spirit that was abroad; to repel was an art she did not practise. But this night, though the Spirit of Peace hovered so near, she did not seem to know it. Her hands trembled, her cheeks were burning; her breast heaved, and sighs fluttered from her lips, just parted.
And if you desired a bedroom suite, a pair of corsets, a box of pastels, an anthracite stove, or a new wallpaper, the Bon Marché would never shake its head. And Audrey was now of the Quarter. Many simple sojourners in the Quarter tried to imply the Latin Quarter when they said the Quarter. But the Quarter was only the Montparnasse Quarter. Nevertheless, it sufficed.
"It's very beautiful, and a'most as good as new, and 'twould suit you to a miracle But I vow you must not go, Audrey!... To be sure, the damask is just the tint for you, and there are roses would answer for your hair. But la, sir, you know 'twill never do, never in this world." Half an hour later, Haward rose from his chair and bowed low as to some highborn and puissant dame.
Ignoring the thirty-six variations of Beethoven, Audrey rowed slowly away, and after about a hundred yards the boat had rounded a little knoll which marked the beginning of a narrow channel known as the Lander Creek. The thirty-six variations, however, would not be denied; they softly impregnated the whole beautiful watery scene. "Perhaps," said Mr.
It was enough to make a woman shriek. "I say!" said a voice in Audrey's ear. She turned as if shot. Mr. Cowl's round face was close to hers. "I suppose you saw the New York Herald this morning." "No," answered Audrey impatiently. The orchestra started the Beethoven violin Concerto. But Mr. Cowl kept his course. "Didn't you?" he said. "About the Zacatecas Oil Corporation? It's under a receivership.
"I will tell the master you are here, sir," said Audrey decisively. She closed the door and left him there. Well! Here was something to tell auntie! Her mind was busy at once, going over all the things which he had said to her and she had said to him quiet-like. "Directly I saw him I said to myself " Why, you could have knocked her over with a feather.
"The major's a bungling fool!" he said bitterly. Tudor was very quiet and preoccupied during breakfast, but Audrey would not notice it; and when at length she rose from the table she laid her fingers for a second on his shoulder in a passing caress. He turned instantly and took her hand. "Just a moment, Audrey!" he said gravely.
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