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'Who do you think that is? The advertisement declared that Mademoiselle Cettini would, on such and such a night, sing a certain number of songs, and dance a certain number of dances, and perform a certain number of tableaux, at a certain theatre in Sydney. 'That's your Mrs. Smith, said the man, turning to Caldigate.
No credible witness could be found who had heard Caldigate call the woman Mrs. Smith after the date assigned to the marriage. She no doubt had used various names, had called herself sometimes Mrs. Caldigate, sometimes Mrs. Smith, but generally, in such documents as she had to sign in reference to her mining shares, Euphemia Cettini.
He would not pause to eat, or hardly to talk. At last there came a loud exclamation. 'By , we've got it! Then Dick and Caldigate, stooping down, were shown four or five little specks in the angle of the pan's bottom. Before the sun had set they had stuck up their little red flag, and a crowd of neighbours was standing round them asking questions as to their success. Mademoiselle Cettini
If I called myself Madame Cettini, not nearly so many would come. You have got to inculcate into the minds of the people an idea that a pure young girl is going to jump about for their diversion. They know it isn't so. But there must be a flavour of the idea. It isn't nice, but one has to live. 'Were you ever Cettini before?
'Why Cettini? he asked. But he smiled as he put the question. It was intended to be serious, but still he could not be hard upon her all at once. 'Why fifty thousand fools? 'I don't understand. 'Supposing there to be fifty thousand people in Sydney, as to which I know nothing. Or why ever so many million fools in London? If I called myself Mrs. Smith nobody would come and see me.
Dancing dances, singing songs, and acting tableaux; and all under the name of Mademoiselle Cettini! Nothing could be worse, unless, indeed, it might be of service to him to know that she was earning her bread, and therefore not in distress, and earning it after a fashion of which he would be at liberty to express his disapproval. Nothing more was said at the time about Mrs.
'Who is Cettini? asked Robert Bolton. 'Cettini? said Caldigate, with a struggle to prevent a blush. 'Did you travel with such a woman? 'Yes; at least, if that was her name. I did not hear it till afterwards. A very agreeable woman she was. 'They say that you promised to marry her when on board. 'Then they lie. But that is a matter of course.
Word came that he had been very intimate with a certain woman on his way out to Melbourne; a woman supposed to be a foreigner and an actress; and the name of Cettini was whispered. He did not know whence the rumour came; but on one morning Robert Bolton, half-laughing, but still with a tone of voice that was half-earnest, taxed him with having as many loves as Lothario.
Reflecting on this during his three days' journey down to Sydney, it was thus that he resolved, forgetting altogether in his meditations the renewed force of the woman's charms upon himself. As he went from the railway station at Sydney to the third-class inn at which he located himself, he saw the hoardings on all sides placarded with the name of Mademoiselle Cettini.
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