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Updated: June 14, 2025
"You have been exceedingly mean," he whispered. "What are you going to do for me to make up for it?" The widow had a very soft spot in her heart for "Ce beau Bracondale," as she called him, and when he pleaded like that she found him hard to resist. "Come and see me to-morrow at twelve, and we will talk about it," she said.
The same beautiful, wild-rose tint tinged the white velvet as once before when she had spoken of Jean d'Agrève, and again Lord Bracondale experienced a sensation of satisfaction. But this time he would not let her talk about the weather. The subject of love interested him, too.
To her Lady Harrowfield seemed a poor, soured old woman very much painted and ridiculous, and she felt sorry for unlovely old age and ill-temper. Meanwhile, Lady Bracondale was being favorably impressed. She was a most presentable young person, this wife of the Australian millionaire, she decided. Anne took the greatest pains to be charming to Theodora.
A woman once married was always fair game; if the husband could not retain her affections that was his lookout. Hector Bracondale was not a brute, just an ordinary Englishman of the world, who had lived and loved and seen many lands. He read Theodora like an open book: he knew exactly why she had talked about the weather after Jean d'Agrève.
Brown with that stony stare she has sometimes, and we would be happier without her; but she was determined to come." "It is just as well," he said, "because she will have to get accustomed to it. I shall ask my friends the Browns down to Bracondale on every occasion, and as she is hostess there the stony stare won't answer." "Manage her as best you may," said Anne.
And if she had looked up in the tall mirror opposite, she would have seen a beautiful, stately lady with a puckered, plaintive frown on her face. If a woman absolutely worships a man, even if she is only his mother, she is bound to spend many moments of unhappiness, and Lady Bracondale was no exception to the general rule.
They would start, Theodora in Mrs. McBride's with her, and Captain Fitzgerald with Lord Bracondale, and each couple could spend the afternoon as they pleased, dining again at the Réservoirs and whirling back to Paris in the moonlight. A truly rural and refreshing programme, good for the soul of man. "And I can rely upon you to get rid of the husband?" said Lord Bracondale, finally.
They descended the staircase again almost in silence, and on through the little door in the court-yard wall into the beautiful garden beyond. "Show me where she was happy, where you know she was happy before any troubles came. I want to be gay again," said Theodora. So they walked down the path towards the hameau. "What have I done?" Lord Bracondale wondered. "Her adorable face went quite white.
It had given him great pleasure to evade the eye of Lady Bracondale, pure dragon and strict disciplinarian. Anne was a good girl, but she was eighteen years old and had tasted no joy. She was not an easy prey, and her first year had passed in storms of emotion suppressed to the best of her powers. The situation had been full of shades and contrasts.
Devlyn made a reappearance just then, and as they spoke they saw Josiah give her his arm and lead her away. Thus Theodora was left standing alone with Lord Bracondale. Fate seemed always to nullify her good intentions. It was an exquisite waltz, and the music mounted to both their brains. For one moment the room appeared to reel in front of her, and then she found herself whirling in his arms.
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