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Updated: June 15, 2025
If this woman could prove to me that she was the daughter of a miller, I'm not sure I shouldn't become enamoured of her on the spot. Well, I shall know to-morrow. By this time to-morrow I shall possess her entire dossier. It may interest you to learn that I am employing a detective to investigate her." "A detective? What do you mean?" said Lady Blanchemain.
Lady Blanchemain pressed down her lips, and gave a movement to her shoulders. "An aristocrat, a patrician," said John. "Fudge!" said Lady Blanchemain. "Americans and Australians they're anything you like, but they're never that." John laughed.
Well, then, the footman, in his masterful way, pulled the bell-cord; Lady Blanchemain contemplated the landscape, and had her opinion of a generation that could liken it to the drop-scene of a theatre; and in due process of things the bell was answered.
Lady Blanchemain shifted her sunshade, and screwed herself half round, so as to face him, her soft old eyes full of smiling scrutiny and suspicion. "I never can tell whether or not you're serious," she complained. "If you are serious, well,
"I don't understand," said Frau Brandt. "He has not left Sant' Alessina?" "No, but he isn't a cobbler's son at all he's merely been masquerading as one his name is not Brown, Jones, or Robinson his name is the high-sounding name of Blanchemain, and he's heir to an English peerage." "Ah, so? He is then noble?" Frau Brandt inferred, raising her eyes, with satisfaction. "As noble as need be.
"You were right," he owned to his thought of Lady Blanchemain; "she is beautiful." Here, at close quarters with her, one's perception of her beauty became acute, here, under the grey old trees, in the leafy dimness, alone with her, at two paces from her, where the birds sang and the violets gave forth their fragrant breath. And he saw and felt the beauty and the vitality of her strong young body.
She encouragingly anticipates them by calling me Prospero before the fact." Lady Blanchemain softly laughed. "That's very nice of her, and very wise. Aren't you going to read your telegram?" "I didn't know whether you'd permit," said John. "Oh pray," said she, with a gesture.
"It costs me," he told her, "six francs fifty a day wine included." "What!" cried she, mistrusting her ears. "Yes," said he. "Fudge!" said she, not to be caught with chaff. "It sounds like a traveller's tale, I know; but that's so often the bother with the truth," said he. "Truth is under no obligation to be vraisemblable. I'm here en pension." Lady Blanchemain sniffed.
"Linda Lady Blanchemain presents her compliments to Lord Blanchemain of Ventmere, and begs to apprise him that she has lately had the pleasure of meeting his lordship's nephew John, and has discovered to her amazement that his lordship makes him no allowance.
I should ask him," she avowed, with a pretty effect of hesitation, and a smile that went as an advance-guard to disarm resentment, "to tell me who you are, and all about you and to introduce you to me." "Oh," cried the young man, laughing. He laughed for a second or two. In the end, pleasantly, with a bow, "My name," he said, "if you can possibly care to know, is Blanchemain."
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