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Her machinations became known in official quarters, her connection with all the seditious clubs of London was soon bruited abroad, and one evening Desiree found herself confronted with a document addressed to her: "From the Office of His Majesty's Privy Seal," wherein it was set forth that, pursuant to the statute 33 George III. cap. 5, she, Desiree Candeille, a French subject now resident in England, was required to leave this kingdom by order of His Majesty within seven days, and that in the event of the said Desiree Candeille refusing to comply with this order, she would be liable to commitment, brought to trial and sentenced to imprisonment for a month, and afterwards to removal within a limited time under pain of transportation for life.
But Candeille well-schooled in the part she had to play had no intention of quitting the field of battle. The more wrathful and excited Mademoiselle de Marny became the more insolent and triumphant waxed the young actress' whole attitude.
"Mademoiselle will wear the diamond to-night?" she asked with evident anxiety: she would have been bitterly disappointed to have seen the beautiful thing once more relegated to its dark morocco case. "Oh, yes, Fanchon!" said Candeille with a sigh of great satisfaction; "see that they are fastened quite securely, my girl."
The young girl was trembling from head to foot, tears of anger obscured her eyes; her voice, which fortunately remained low not much above a whisper was thick and husky. "Juliette! Juliette! I entreat you," admonished Marguerite, "you must control yourself, you must, indeed you must. Mademoiselle Candeille, I beg of you to retire...."
Demoiselle Candeille had never been of the Maison Moliere; she had been the leading star of one of the minor yet much-frequented theatres of Paris, but she felt herself quite able and ready to captivate some other unattached milor, who would load her with English money and incidentally bestow an English name upon her. So she went to London.
I was only a poor actress and had to find my way out of France alone, or else perish on the guillotine." "I am so sorry!" said Marguerite simply. "Tell me how you got on, once you were in England," she continued after a while, seeing that Desiree Candeille seemed absorbed in thought. "I had a few engagements at first," replied the Frenchwoman. "I played at Sadler's Wells and with Mrs.
Unfortunately it was Citizeness Desiree Candeille herself who happened to be standing just where you are at the present moment, along with her maid, Celine Dumont, both of whom were specially signed for and recommended as perfectly trustworthy, by no less a person than Citoyen Chauvelin of the Committee of Public Safety."
"It is all very praiseworthy on your part, Madame," she said somewhat lamely. "Madame...?" she added interrogatively. "My name is Candeille Desiree Candeille," replied the Frenchwoman. "Candeille?" exclaimed Marguerite with sudden alacrity, "Candeille... surely..." "Yes... of the Varietes."
Afterwards she would willingly have bitten out her tongue for her vehemence, but for the moment she was absolutely incapable of checking the torrent of her own emotions. "Mademoiselle Candeille, indeed?" she said in wrathful scorn, "Desiree Candeille, you mean, Lady Blakeney! my mother's kitchen-maid, flaunting shamelessly my dear mother's jewels which she has stolen mayhap..."
She supposed that these had been confiscated when the last of the Marnys the girl, Juliette had escaped from France! confiscated and now sent to her Candeille as a reward or as a bribe! In either case they were welcome. The actress' vanity was soothed. She knew Juliette Marny was in England, and that she would meet her to-night at Lady Blakeney's.
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