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Kendricks replied. "No man is safe with such a woman as Madame Christophor. But let it go. We dine together to-night. I'll tell you some news then. I'm going to unroll a plan of campaign. There's work for you, if you like it; nothing formulated as yet, but it's coming perhaps hope who knows?" The sun rose higher in the heavens, the mauve light faded from the sky.
After waiting a little, and having dusted his boots with a coarse handkerchief, he suddenly squeezed up his eyes, morosely compressed his lips, gave his already curved back an extra bend, and slowly entered the drawing-room. "Ah! Christophor Fedorovich, how do you do?" Panshine was the first to exclaim, as he jumped up quickly from his chair. "I didn't suspect you were there.
"Portel has brought me," Falkenberg answered grimly. "They tell me that he has taken shelter under the shadow of your petticoats." "Shelter from your assassins!" "Precisely!" Falkenberg admitted. "I do not admire your methods," Madame Christophor remarked. "They seem to me not only brutal but clumsy. You killed seven men and injured several others, to no purpose."
As he stood there, one seemed suddenly to realize the presence of a great man a greater, even, than Carl Freudenberg, maker of toys! Nothing which he had heard or imagined of Madame Christophor had prepared Julien for the subdued yet manifest magnificence of her dwelling.
"Lucie Renault," he repeated. "What do you know about her?" "Only that she is a poor child who has suffered at your hands and who is dying in a private hospital," Madame Christophor answered. "She has been taken there out of charity. She has no friends, she is dying alone. Come with me. I will take you to her. You shall save her at least from that terror."
"Is it your wish that I engage her?" "Certainly," Julien replied. "I am sure that you will find her competent. At the same time, I don't know how long she will keep this thing up." "As a rule I do not care for handsome women around me," Madame Christophor said composedly. "Lady Anne is much too good-looking to please me.
"Mademoiselle," he said, "when I present myself to this Madame Christophor, do I deliver any message from you? Do I explain my visit?" The girl shook her head slowly. "It will not be necessary," she told him. "Madame Christophor will know all about you. She will be expecting you." He smiled scornfully. "It would be a pity to disappoint a lady with such a remarkable knack of foretelling things.
He tore it open and read: Call on Madame Christophor this afternoon. He frowned and threw the unsigned telegram into a wastepaper-basket. "That decides it," he muttered to himself. "I will not call upon Madame Christophor." Nevertheless, he changed into calling attire and presently strolled out once more into the sunshine. From habit he turned into the Champs Elysees.
It is for you to decide." Madame Christophor turned toward the door. Falkenberg barred the way. "Not yet!" he declared. "Do you accept my terms?" "But he is hungry!" she cried. "I can see that he is hungry! And he is so pale let me fetch him in." "Of course he is hungry," his father agreed. "He has also been asking me questions about you all the way. He believes that he is going to see you.
In the distance, down by the river, a large gondola was passing slowly backwards and forwards, on which an orchestra played soft music. Julien and Madame Christophor crossed the narrow strip of lawn together and followed Monsieur Leon into the graveled path bordered with fairy lamps.
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