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And she had not answered, but her breath had come quickly, and she had looked once in his eyes and then away into the night. And so they shook hands politely and parted. And next day Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Brown crossed over to England. It was pouring with rain the evening Lord Bracondale arrived from Paris at the family mansion in St. James's Square.
Josiah has decided to leave next week, and we are not likely to meet in England." "Yes, we are likely to meet I will arrange it," he said. There was nothing hesitating about Hector Bracondale his way with women had always been masterful and this quality, when mixed with a sudden bending to their desires, was peculiarly attractive.
"I am going to dine with Morella Winmarleigh," said Lady Bracondale, "early, to go to the opera, and then I shall take her on to the Brantingham's ball. Won't you join us at either place, Hector? I feel it so dreadfully, having to rush off like this, your first evening, darling." She stood back and looked at him.
He wondered how soon she would take a lover and he realized how infinitely worth while that lover would find his situation. He wished he were not so old. If she must break up her bark on the rocks, he could take the place of steersman with pleasure. But he was a courteous gentleman and he said none of these things aloud. Meanwhile, Lord Bracondale was not enjoying his dinner.
But however it may be, whether you decide to chase away every thought of me or not, I want you to know I will go on worshipping you, and doing my utmost to serve you with my life. For ever and ever your devoted lover." And then he signed it "Hector," and not "Bracondale." The widow had promised to give it into Theodora's own hand on the morrow.
McBride's words were so smooth and so many, he had no time to feel Theodora was going to dine out without him, or that anything had been arranged for ultimate ends. The automobile had almost reached Suresnes before the widow said to her guest: "Your father and Lord Bracondale have promised to meet us at the Réservoirs.
Later some of the party danced in the ballroom, which was beyond the saloon the other way, and now a definite idea came to Hector as he held Theodora in his arms in the waltz. They could not possibly bear this life. Why should he not take her away away from the smug grocer, and then they could live their life in a dream of bliss in Italy, perhaps, and later at Bracondale.
She, too, disapproved of Paris and bachelorhood, but she did not love Morella Winmarleigh. "Oh, you think so, Streatfield?" Lady Bracondale exclaimed, in a worried voice. "Now that we have got him back we must take great care of him. His lordship will join me at the opera. Are you sure he likes those aigrettes in my hair?" "Why, it's one of his lordship's favorite styles, my lady.
But she put it aside it was not her nature to think herself the object of passions. "I would be a very silly woman to flatter myself so," she said to herself, and then she went to sleep. Lord Bracondale stayed awake for hours, but he did not sup with Esclarmonde de Chartres or Marion de Beauvoison. And the Café de Paris and Maxims and the afterwards saw him no more.
Lady Bracondale deplored the ways of many of the set she was obliged to move in Delicia Harrowfield, for instance. But what was one to do? One must know one's old friends, especially those to whom one had been a bridesmaid! The Crow, who had begun by being determined to find Theodora as cunning as other angels he was acquainted with, before the second course had fallen completely under her spell.
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