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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Base ingratitude," said Lord Bracondale, with feeling; "but couldn't you stuff these in the hiatus," and he tenderly lifted a bunch of nut-brown curls from the dressing-table. "They would fill up the gap and keep the fractious thing steady." "Of course they would," said Mrs. McBride; "but I have a rooted objection to auxiliary nature trimmings.
"Oh, don't come in yet, Billy, like a darling," she said, "I want to talk to Hector alone." And the meek and fond Lord Anningford had obediently retired to his smoking-room. "Well, Hector," she said, when she had greeted him, "and so you are going to the Fitzgeralds' for Whitsuntide, and not to Bracondale, mother tells me this morning.
Meanwhile, Lord Bracondale had gone on to sup at the Café de Paris, with Marion de Beauvoison and Esclarmonde de Chartres; and among the diamonds and pearls and scents and feathers he suddenly felt a burning disgust, and a longing to be out again in the moonlight alone with his thoughts. "Mais qu'as tu, mon vieux chou?" they said.
All through supper Theodora had sat limp and white as death, and every time she had looked at him her eyes had reminded him of a fawn he had wounded once at Bracondale, in the park, with his bow and arrow, when he was a little boy.
Their destination was unknown, and they might not be back for tea, so Lord Bracondale must take the greatest care of Theodora and give her some if they did not turn up. They certainly would for dinner, but eight o'clock would be time enough for that. When your destination is unknown you can never say how many hours it will take to get there and back, she pointed out.
These visits to Paris his antipathy to matrimony his boredom with girls such nice girls she knew, too, and had often thrown him with! his delight in big-game shooting in alarming and impossible countries and, above all, his absolute indifference to Morella Winmarleigh, the only woman who really and truly in her heart of hearts Lady Bracondale thought worthy of him, although she would have accepted several other girls as choosing the lesser evil to bachelorhood.
We go back on Saturday every one will be asking what is keeping you here so long." "My plans are vague," Lord Bracondale said, casually. "I might come back any day, or I may stay until well into June it quite depends upon how amused I am. I rather love Paris." And to himself he was thinking "How I wish that atrocious woman over there with the paradise plume would keep her hat out of the way.
Even to herself Lady Bracondale would not use any of the terms which usually designate ladies of the type of Esclarmonde de Chartres. Since her brother-in-law Evermond had returned from Monte Carlo bringing that disturbing story of the diamond chain, she had been on thorns of such a light mind and always so full of worldly gossip, Evermond!
But Mildred was a clever woman, and could see with her eyes. "Yes, I do," she answered. "Don't be such a fool as to delude yourself about that, Morella. She is perfectly lovely, and she has the most deevie Paris clothes, and Lord Bracondale is wildly in love with her." "And apparently Freddy Wensleydown, too," snapped Morella, who was now boiling with rage.
The music said nothing to her, but it was the right place for her to be, and she could talk to her friends before going on to the numerous balls she attended. If she loved anything in the world she loved Hector Bracondale, but her feelings gave her no anxieties.
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