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The appearance of Madame Christophor was, without doubt, impressive. "I will inquire, madame," he replied. "I am in a hurry," she said curtly. "Be so good as to let your master know that." A moment later she was ushered into a sitting-room a man's apartment, untidy, reeking of cigarette smoke and stale air. There were photographs and souvenirs of women everywhere.
They were going at a fair speed when suddenly a huge racing car came flashing by them, covered with dust, and with all the indications of having come a great distance. Madame Christophor leaned forward in her seat and clutched her companion's arm. Her eyes were fixed upon the figure of the man leaning back by the side of the driver. "You see?" she muttered. "Herr Freudenberg!" Julien gasped.
"You think that Lady Anne, too, has her secret?" Madame Christophor asked, raising her eyes. "I think that if she has, she is quite capable of keeping it," he replied. There was a knock at the door. Lady Anne entered. She came a few yards into the room with a slight smile upon her lips, and nodded pleasantly to Julien.
If I were you, Sir Julien, beyond a certain point I would not trust Madame Christophor, for when the time comes I have always the feeling that if a man's career lay within my power, I would sooner wreck it than help him." "Of course you are talking nonsense," he declared. "Am I?" she replied. "Well, I don't know.
It is one of the conditions of our separation that he does not cross my threshold. That is why I say, Sir Julien, that you have nothing to fear in accepting the shelter of my roof." "Madame Christophor," Julien said earnestly, "I am most grateful for your offer. At the same time, I honestly do not believe that I have anything to fear anywhere.
"Nevertheless, it is the truth," Madame Christophor declared. Falkenberg smiled incredulously, but he said nothing. Madame Christophor had found her way once more to the window. She stood there, looking down into the car. The boy was still asleep. She gripped the window-curtains with both her hands. He was so pale, so tired, and how he had grown!
You have a message. See that it goes out." Madame Christophor closed the door softly behind her. Julien remained looking at the spot from which she had disappeared. Then he drew a little breath. "She is wonderful!" he muttered. Lady Anne took up her pen. She avoided looking at him. "Let us begin," she said.... They wrote for hours.
Almost as Julien finished his speech he regretted its conclusion. Madame Christophor, on the other hand, although she sighed, seemed vaguely content. "You see, the fates against whom you have so great a grievance have done something to atone," she declared. "No doubt you hated to leave your work to come and speak to me in the street that afternoon.
Madame Christophor, who had entered the room on her way to a luncheon party, paused for a moment and shook hands. Then she recognized Julien. "Really," she murmured, "this is most unexpected. My dear Duchess, you have quite deserted Paris. Is this your daughter Lady Anne? I scarcely remember her. And yet " "We met yesterday," Lady Anne interrupted promptly.
"At least," she reminded him, "you are going to see Madame Christophor!" She nodded and left them a little abruptly. Kendricks paid their bill and they descended into the street a few minutes later. The commissionaire called a taxi for them and they drove toward Charing-Cross.
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