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"Then where does Bernadine come in?" "I do not know," Peter answered. Violet laughed. "What is it that you are going to try to find out?" she asked. "I am trying to discover who it is that Bernadine and Kosuth are waiting to see," Peter replied. "The worst of it is, I daren't leave here. I shall have to trust to the others." She glanced at the clock. "Well, go and dress," she said.
"If we return by this afternoon's steamer," he remarked, "we shall have Bernadine for a fellow passenger. Bernadine is annoyed with us just now. I must confess that I should feel more at my ease with a few thousand miles of the Atlantic between us." "Let it be so," Sogrange assented. "We will explore this marvelous city.
"My dear fellow," he said, "need I say that you are free to come or go, to take a whisky and soda with me or to depart at once exactly as you feel inclined? The door was locked only until you restored to me my keys." He crossed the room, fitted the key in the lock and turned it. Bernadine drew himself up. "I will not drink with you," he said. "But some day a reckoning shall come."
If any one would speak with the Baroness, she is indisposed and unable to receive. If any one desires me, I am here." The man left the room. They heard him withdraw the chain from the door. Bernadine wiped the sweat from his forehead as he listened. He still gripped the revolver in his hand. Peter had changed his position a little and was standing now behind a high-backed chair.
They were reading a story of French life at that time, and something came into it about snail-broth as a cure for consumption, and snail-oil as a remedy for rheumatism. The next day there was a most extraordinary smell all over the house. Mrs. Caldwell, Aunt Victoria, Harriet, and Bernadine went sniffing about, but could find nothing to account for it.
Mildred was undressing, and would say her prayers presently. Beth waited until she knelt down, then slipped her night-dress on over her clothes, and got into bed, without disturbing Bernadine. Now she must wait for her mother; but Mrs. Caldwell came up very soon, Uncle James having hurried every one off to bed unusually early that evening. Mrs.
"You are doing your best," Peter declared, leaning back in his chair, "to take away my appetite." Bernadine looked searchingly from one to the other of his two guests. "Yes," he admitted, "you are brave men. I do not know why I should ever have doubted it. Your pose is excellent. I have no wish, however, to see you buoyed up by a baseless optimism.
If I dared think, however, that it would be in any way acceptable, I could offer you the diversion of a restaurant dinner-party for that night. The Duchess of Castleford has kindly offered to act as hostess for me, and we are all going on to the Gaiety afterwards." "Delightful!" Lady Maxwell exclaimed. "I should love to come." Bernadine bowed.
She devoured every scrap of news that came from home in the hope of finding something to satisfy her longing. Bernadine wrote her an elaborate letter in large hand, which Beth thought very wonderful; Harriet sent her a letter also, chiefly composed of moral sentiments copied from the Family Herald, with a view to producing a favourable impression on Miss Victoria; and Mrs.
"Then I may speak to him," she decided for herself. "What's a copyright, mamma?" "Oh, don't bother, Beth!" Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed irritably. When they went home, Bernadine clamoured for food, and her mother gave her a piece of bread. They were to have dinner at four o'clock, but no luncheon, for economy's sake. Beth was hungry too, but she would not confess it.
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