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Lady Anne, with slightly heightened color, rose to her feet. There was something in Madame Christophor's eyes which was almost fiercely questioning. "I am not disturbing you, I trust?" she asked slowly. "I bring Sir Julien some letters." He caught up the sheets which lay by his side. "I will not even look at them until I have corrected my article," he declared.
I have never known any one else in the world, Anne," he continued, "with whom I have been able to think of marriage with more more content. One might live quite a pleasant life here. We should not be paupers. At any rate, there would be no reason for you to sit in this stuffy room making bows, or to go and write Madame Christophor's letters." "Is that all?" Again he was tempted.
Madame Christophor's eyes twinkled. "Once," she declared, "I met the Duke of Clonarty. I also met the Duchess, I also saw Lady Anne. They were traveling in great state through Italy. It was in Rome that I came across them. The Duchess was very affable to me. I think you have rightly expressed your affair of the heart, my friend. It was to have been an alliance!" Julien was thoughtful.
Julien, who since Madame Christophor's arrival had been standing in his place, was somewhat perplexed. "You are lunching here?" he asked. "With the Servian Minister's wife. I shall excuse myself early. It is a vital necessity that we talk for a few minutes before you leave here. Five minutes ago I sent a note to your rooms." "I shall be at your service," Julien replied slowly.
Among the palms of Madame Christophor's conservatory, Julien and Lady Anne were living through a brief new chapter of their history. The wonderful thing had come to them. It was amazing almost unrealizable! A new glamor enveloped the merest trifles. They spoke in halting sentences, they were at times almost incoherent. The marvel of it was so great!
Lady Anne shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think she could get in if she tried. The really disreputable people in Society are so exclusive. I wonder, Julien, if I shall be allowed to come out and dine with you when I am Madame Christophor's secretary?" "Once a week, perhaps," he suggested, "scarcely oftener, I am afraid." "Ah! well," she declared, "I shall like work, I am convinced.
Outside, the water from the fountain fell into the basin with a gentle, monotonous sound. The perfume of the roses stole through the open doorway. One softly-shaded lamp had been lit, but the rest of the lofty room remained in shadowy obscurity. The light from that one lamp seemed to fall full upon Madame Christophor's beautiful face. "I loved my boy," she went on.
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