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Madame Christophor smiled enigmatically. She was looking thoughtfully across at her guest. "It is not every opportunity in life," she murmured, "which a man knows how to embrace!" That night, for the first time since his arrival in the house as a guest, Julien dined downstairs.
It was the idle impulse of the man or woman who plucks the petals from a flower. Julien was gazing steadfastly at Lady Anne.... Madame Christophor picked up her belongings and moved towards the door. "Be merciless today, my friend!" she exclaimed, pausing upon the threshold, "virulent, if you will! Le Jour was screaming at you last night.
In her slim stateliness, the untroubled serenity of youth reflected in her smiling face, she represented perfectly the other type of womanhood. Madame Christophor rose deliberately to her feet. For one swift moment she measured the things between them.
"Dear Madame Christophor," Lady Anne whispered, "you are wonderful!" Madame Christophor was already moving away. "Not really wonderful," she replied. "Only a little human. I must go to my boy." Estermen started up from his chair. In the unlit room the figure of his master seemed to have assumed a portentous, almost a threatening shape. "Who's that?" he cried out.
"I don't want to hear of any tragedies." "When shall I see you again?" Julien asked. "It depends upon what reply I get from Madame Christophor," she answered. "She may want me at once, and I don't know yet whether I'll get an evening out or not! I shall have to leave you to discover that. Good night!" She vanished within the dark doorway.
Now I am going to ring for tea, and afterwards you must read it through. We might get the manuscript down to the office to-night." "I shall need you when I read it through," he reminded her. "There will be corrections." "Either Madame Christophor or I will be here," she replied. "Madame Christophor may have some other work for me." He looked at her curiously.
She tore a handful of the blossoms from a syringa tree and commenced crushing them in her fingers. The sound of footsteps scarcely disturbed her. The butler appeared, followed by Lady Anne. The former excused himself with a grave face. "Madame," he announced, "the Prince von Falkenberg is here." Madame Christophor turned slowly around. "The Prince von Falkenberg! Where?"
Then his eyes filled with a sudden bright light. "You!" he exclaimed. "You Princess von Falkenberg offered yourself to this man and were refused?" "You are indeed a genius," she admitted. "I was refused." There was a brief silence. Falkenberg waited. Madame Christophor remained silent. Her attitude puzzled him a little. He was afraid to speak for fear of striking the wrong note.
"This afternoon," Madame Christophor declared, looking thoughtfully at Julien, "I am going to send you a new secretary." He turned a little eagerly in his easy-chair. "Lady Anne!" he exclaimed. "Are you glad?" she asked. Julien hesitated. His eyes sought his companion's face.
She said that her name was Miss Anne Clonarty and she referred me to you." "If she is the lady whom I suppose she is," Julien replied, "you will be perfectly safe in engaging her." Madame Christophor looked at him from underneath the lids of her eyes. "Do you think that I do not know?" she asked, with a shade of contempt in her tone, "that I do not sometimes read the papers?
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