Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 13, 2025
"They have taken the furnished house belonging to one of your dukes, in Hamilton Place, for which we are now bound; taken it, too, at a fabulous rent," Mademoiselle Celaire continued. "They, have installed there a chef and a whole retinue of servants. They are here for seven nights; they have issued invitations for seven supper parties." "Hospitable young men they seem to be," Peter murmured.
"Lucky for him that he's in St. Petersburg! Let us forget this unpleasant matter, mademoiselle. The evening has been too delightful for such memories." Mademoiselle Celaire turned to her escort eagerly as soon as they were alone together in the car. "As an escort, let me tell you, my dear Baron," she exclaimed, with some pique, "that you are a miserable failure! For the rest "
"I read in one of the stage papers that Andrea is a count in his own country, and that they perform in public only for the love of their music and for the sake of the excitement and travel." "A paragraph wholly inspired and utterly false," Mademoiselle Celaire declared firmly, sitting a little forward in the car and laying her hand, ablaze with jewels, upon his coat sleeve. "Listen.
"I suppose I ought to be looking after him," she admitted, rising reluctantly to her feet. "He is a soldier just back from India a General Noseworthy, with all sorts of letters after his name. If Mademoiselle Celaire is generous, perhaps we may have a few minutes' conversation later on," she added, with a parting smile. "Say, rather, if Mademoiselle Korust is kind," de Grost replied, bowing.
Mademoiselle Celaire, who was present most evenings, although with other escorts, was entirely puzzled. She could see nothing whatever to account for the warning which she had received, and which she had passed on, as was her duty, to the Baron de Grost. She failed, also, to understand the faint but perceptible enlightenment to which Peter himself had admittedly attained after that first evening.
At the moment of parting, the beautiful eyes of Mademoiselle Korust had been raised to his very earnestly. "You will come again very soon to-morrow night?" she had whispered. "Is it necessary that you bring Mademoiselle Celaire?" "It is altogether unnecessary," Peter replied. "Let me try and entertain you instead, then!" It was precisely at that instant that Andrea had sent for his sister.
It began to occur to her that it was not so much the dance as the dancer in whom her husband was interested. "You have seen her before this Mademoiselle Celaire?" she whispered. Peter nodded. "Yes," he admitted; "I have seen her before." The dance proceeded. It was like many others of its sort, only a little more daring, a little more finished.
"I have already explained your views," Peter declared, with twinkling eyes. "Mr. Van Jool was delighted." Mr. Von Tassen shook with laughter. "Say," he exclaimed, "this is a great story! If you're ready, Baron de Grost, lead the way to where we can get a whiskey and soda and a chat." Mademoiselle Celaire came gliding out to them.
"My dear Peter," she remarked, reprovingly, "a moderate amount of admiration for that very agile young lady I might, perhaps, be inclined to tolerate, but, having watched you for the last quarter of an hour, I am bound to confess that I am becoming jealous." "Of Mademoiselle Celaire?" he asked. "Of Mademoiselle Sophie Celaire." He leaned a little towards her.
Mademoiselle Celaire was a clever woman and she had never felt so hopelessly at fault.... The seventh and last of these famous supper parties was in full swing. Notwithstanding the shaded candles, which left the faces of the guests a little indistinct, the scene was a brilliant one. Mademoiselle Celaire was wearing her famous diamonds, which shone through the gloom like pin-pricks of fire.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking