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In and through his enjoyment of all these pleasantnesses, John felt that agreeable glow which he owed to his glimpse of the woman in the garden; and when at last he reached the Hotel Victoria, and, having dressed, found himself alone for a few moments with Lady Blanchemain, in the dim and cool sitting-room where she awaited her guests, he hastened to let her know that he shared her own opinion of the woman's charms.
"It ought to, one would think," the young man admitted. "But does it, in fact? It had somehow got stuck in my head that English folk, meeting as strangers, were rather apt to glare. We're most of us in such a funk, you see, lest, if we treat a stranger with civility, he should turn out not to be a duke." "Oh," cried Lady Blanchemain, with merriment, "you forget that I said decent.
"I've a very similar feeling myself," laughed John. "When we turn back, if you think your coachman can be persuaded to stop at the telegraph office in the village, I'll give my feeling effect." "I think we might turn back now," said Lady Blanchemain. "It's getting rather gloomy here." She looked round, with a little shudder, and then gave the necessary order.
What it is that you're to do you're not to know till the time comes. Will you promise?" "Dearest lady," said the trustful young man, "I'm perfectly confident that you would never ask me to do anything that I couldn't do with profit to myself. Buy a pig in a poke? From you, without a moment's hesitation. Of course I promise." "Bravo, bravo," applauded Lady Blanchemain, glowing at her easy triumph.
Now, John Blanchemain, as I have previously mentioned, was an unselfconscious sort of fellow. "Brutes," he muttered between his teeth. Then, in his easiest man-of-the-worldy accents, "If you can wait two minutes," he called aloud to her.
You were crossing the garden you were bending over the sun-dial and I spied upon you from a window of the piano nobile. Lady Blanchemain was there with me, and she made a prediction." "What did she predict?" asked Maria Dolores, unsuspicious. "She predicted that I would fall " But he dropped his sentence in the middle. "She predicted what has happened."
So few places are far away, in these times and climes," he added, on a note of melancholy, as one to whom all climes and times were known. "Hum!" said Lady Blanchemain, matter-of-fact. "Have you been here long?" "Let me see," John answered. "To-day is the 23rd of April. I arrived here I offer the fact for what it may be worth on the Feast of All Fools." "Absit omen," cried she.
"'Twould do no good," said John, dejectedly. "She regards me with imperturbable indifference. I've made the fieriest avowals to her, and she's never turned a hair." Lady Blanchemain looked bewildered. "You've made avowals ?" she falteringly echoed. "I should rather think so," John affirmed. "Indirect ones, of course, and I hope inoffensive, but fiery as live coals. In the third person, you know.
"I know what I wish her name was," John promptly answered. "I wish to Heaven it was Blanchemain." Maria Dolores gazed, pensive, at the moon. "He does not even know her name," she remarked, on a key of meditation, "though he fears," she sadly shook her head, "he fears it may be Smitti."
"There's no one left to make it up with the others are all dead." "Oh?" she wondered, her eyebrows elevated, whilst automatically her fingers continued to operate upon her gloves. "I thought the last lord left a widow. I seem to have heard of a Lady Blanchemain somewhere." The young man gave still another of his little laughs. "Linda Lady Blanchemain?" he said. "Yes, one hears a lot of her.
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