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I want to go to America, and a very dear friend of mine has invited me to go with her and some delightful people on a yachting cruise around the world." "Then why not use those measures you spoke of?" De Brensault said eagerly. "I shall make Jeanne a very good husband, I assure you. I shall promise you that in a fortnight's time she will be only too delighted with her lot."
It was bad enough to be ignored, as she certainly was to some extent, but on the other hand it was good for De Brensault to see Jeanne held in such esteem. She took his arm and they followed down the room. The Duke was bending down and talking earnestly to Jeanne; this surprised the Princess. "I wonder," she remarked, more to herself than to her companion, "what he is saying."
If she chose she might easily decide upon the one step which would be irretrievable. The Count de Brensault was a small man, with a large pale face. There were puffy little bags under his eyes, from which the colour had departed. His hair, though skilfully arranged, was very thin at the top, and his figure had the lumpiness of the man who has never known any sort of athletic training.
"Very well," he said. "We will have that little talk whenever you like." The Princess nodded. "I suppose," she said, "we must play bridge now. They are waiting for us." De Brensault looked behind to where Jeanne was still sitting reading.
But Kate was already gone. Jeanne could see her speeding down to the harbour, and a few minutes later gliding down the creek in her little catboat. The Count de Brensault was angry, and he had not sufficient dignity to hide it. The Princess, in whose boudoir he was, regarded him from her sofa as one might look at some strange animal.
"I agree with you," De Brensault said solemnly. "We will drink that glass of wine together, and we will go and talk to the Princess." They found the Princess where Forrest had left her. She motioned to De Brensault to sit by her side, and Forrest left them. "My dear Count," the Princess said, "to-night has proved to me that it is quite time Jeanne had some one to look after her. Let me ask you.
Is it our island fisherman who has taken your fancy?" "Does that matter?" Jeanne answered calmly. "Is it not sufficient if I say that I will not marry the Count de Brensault." "No, it is not quite sufficient," the Princess remarked coldly. "You will either marry the man whom I have chosen, or give me some definite and clear reason for your refusal."
My views have changed since then." "You mean," the Princess said, "that you have met some one whom you wish to marry?" "Perhaps so," Jeanne answered. "At any rate I will not marry the Count de Brensault." The Princess' face had darkened. "I do not wish to quarrel with you, Jeanne," she said, "but I think that you will. Whom else is it that you are thinking of?
To-night at dinner you will meet the Count de Brensault. He is a Belgian of excellent family, quite rich, and very much attracted by you. I consider him entirely suitable, and I have advised him to speak to you seriously." "Thank you," Jeanne said, "but I don't like Belgians, and I do not mean to marry one." The Princess laughed, a little unpleasantly.
All I can say is, don't be afraid to come or to send, and don't let any one bully you into throwing away your life upon a scoundrel like De Brensault. I am going to give you back to Andrew now. He is a good fellow one of the best. I only wish " The Duke broke off short. After all, he remembered, he had no right to complete his sentence.
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