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When almost immediately they went in to dinner, Mrs. Mansfield deliberately turned the conversation to Charmian's recent journey. This was to be Charmian's dinner. Charmian was the interesting person, the traveller from Algeria. Had not Claude Heath been invited to hear all about the trip? Mrs.
Cleopatra's little hand rested on Charmian's arm, as, with a haughty carriage of the head, she moved towards the shore. A thick veil covered her face, and a large, dark cloak concealed her figure. How elastic her step was still! how proud yet graceful was the gesture with which she waved a greeting to Mardion and Zeno.
Charmian's heart swelled; and as she raised the child in her arms and kissed him, she thought of the sad fate impending, and the composure maintained with so much difficulty gave way; tears streamed from her eyes and, sobbing violently, she pressed the boy closer to her breast.
When she left Charmian's rooms to join the other servants, she told herself that she was an especially favoured mortal; and when a young cook teased her about her head being sunk between her shoulders, she answered, laughing "My shoulders have grown so high because I shrug them so often at the fools who jeer at me and yet are not half so happy and grateful."
Charmian's pen stopped in the very middle of a letter, and she bent down to examine what she had been writing. "Oh!" said she very softly, "the Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne?" "Yes," said I. "And your cousin Sir Maurice were the conditions the same in his case?" "Precisely!" "Oh!" said Charmian, just as softly as before, "and this lady she will not marry you?" "No," I answered.
But, whenever Pyrrhus went to market, letters reached the island delivered at the fish auction in the harbour by Anukis, Charmian's Nubian maid, to the old freedman, who had become her close friend.
Sit down with us for a minute, Charmian." Adelaide Shiffney's deep voice was almost suspiciously cordial. But Charmian's sense of relief was so great that she accepted the invitation, and sat down feeling strangely happy. But almost instantly with the laying to rest of one anxiety came the birth of another. "Well, what do you think of the opera?" she asked, trying to speak carelessly.
"I have asked her!" he almost blurted out. "Already! When?" "I went round to the Ritz-Carlton t-night." "Was she in?" "Yes. But she was but she went out afterward, to Mrs. Inness." "Oh! And did she accept?" "Yes." Charmian's eyes were fixed upon Claude. He saw by their expression that she suspected something, or that she had divined a secret between him and Mrs. Shiffney.
"What is it, Charmian?" answered Claude's voice from the distance. "I'm going to bed. It's late. Monsieur Gillier has gone." "Coming!" answered Claude's voice. Charmian retreated to the house. As she came into the drawing-room she looked at her watch. It was barely ten o'clock. In a moment Susan Fleet entered, followed by Claude. Susan's calm eyes glanced at Charmian's face.
Now, this word was spoken by other lips, and, like an echo of Iras's exclamation, came the answer: "Unto death, like you, if she precedes us to the other world. Whatever may follow dying, nowhere shall she lack Charmian's hand and heart." "Nor the love and service of Iras," was the answering assurance.
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