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Capadose, with an element of suspense, the question would still have presented itself to him as a very curious problem, for he had not painted portraits during so many years without becoming something of a psychologist. His inquiry was limited for the moment to the opportunity that the following three days might yield, as the Colonel and his wife were going on to another house.
Capadose remarked to her husband as she turned away, 'He wants to paint Amy. 'Ah, she's a charming child, a most interesting little creature, the Colonel said to Lyon. 'She does the most remarkable things. Mrs. Capadose stopped, in the rustling procession that followed the hostess out of the room. 'Don't tell him, please don't, she said. 'Don't tell him what? 'Why, what she does.
The party at any rate changed: Colonel and Mrs. Capadose went their way. He was able to say to himself however that his separation from the lady was not so much an end as a beginning, and he called on her soon after his return to town. She had told him the hours she was at home she seemed to like him. If she liked him why had she not married him or at any rate why was she not sorry she had not?
'Do you mean she got at my picture? 'Ah yes, I remember, said Mrs. Capadose, with a sigh. 'She burst in again she had learned the way she was waiting for her chance, the Colonel continued. 'Ah, the little brute! Lyon looked down; he felt himself colouring. This was what he had been waiting for the day the Colonel should wantonly sacrifice some innocent person.
The artist sketched with a fine point and did not caricature, and it usually befell that when Sir David did not know the sons and daughters he had known the fathers and mothers. He was one of those terrible old gentlemen who are a repository of antecedents. But in the case of the Capadose family, at whom they arrived by an easy stage, his knowledge embraced two, or even three, generations.
There was a subdued lustre in the scene and an air as of the shining trains of dresses tumbled over the carpet. At the furthest end of the room sat Mrs. Capadose, rather isolated; she was on a small sofa, with an empty place beside her.
So you see my request is eminently interested. 'How can you be higher than you are? 'Oh, I'm insatiable! Do consent, said Lyon. 'Well, his nature is very noble, Mrs. Capadose remarked. 'Ah, trust me, I shall bring it out! Lyon exclaimed, feeling a little ashamed of himself. Mrs.
It was true that he did not exactly see Everina Brant preparing a version; that was not her line of old, and indeed it was not in her eyes to-day. At any rate they both had the matter too much on their conscience. He changed the subject, said Mrs. Capadose must really bring the little girl.
But I have had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of your husband. We had a good bit of talk in the other room. 'You must know him better you must know him really well, said Mrs. Capadose. 'I am sure that the further you go the more you find. But he makes a fine show, too. She rested her good gray eyes on Lyon. 'Don't you think he's handsome? 'Handsome and clever and entertaining.
'That's what I am curious to see. And Lyon added, privately, 'Mercy on us, what he must have made of her! He kept this reflection to himself, for he considered that he had sufficiently betrayed his state of mind with regard to Mrs. Capadose. None the less it occupied him now immensely, the question of how such a woman would arrange herself in such a predicament.
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