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"By all means," exclaimed John, looking up. "Anything wrong?" he inquired, observing the expression of his wife's face. "John," said Mrs. Carvel, coming near to him and laying her hand gently on his shoulder, "tell me do you think there is likely to be anything between Paul and Hermy?" "Gracious goodness! what put that into your head?" asked Carvel. "I have been with Chrysophrasia" began Mary.
But just at that moment Hermione glanced at him with a smile, not at all as he had expected that she would look. "I think we had better go back to the shop," said she. So they turned, and walked slowly towards the narrow door. "These Orientals are so full of wonderful imagery!" Chrysophrasia was saying to Professor Cutter as the pair came in.
As we sat at dinner that evening, the conversation turned upon general topics. Chrysophrasia sat opposite to Paul, as usual, and her green eyes watched him with interest for some time.
The scene of this other meeting was Miss Chrysophrasia Dabstreak's especial boudoir, an apartment so singular in its furniture and adornment that I will leave out all description of it, and ask you merely to imagine, at will, the most æsthetic retreat of the most æsthetic old maid in existence. After breakfast, that morning, Chrysophrasia had sent word to Mrs.
It was clear that, unless she made herself known to him, he might remain under the impression that she had accepted his love-making. She waited to see what would happen. But Chrysophrasia had probably detected her, for presently the white domino moved quickly away towards the crowd. Alexander sprang forward, and would have followed, but Hermione crossed his path, and laid her hand on his sleeve.
Carvel and Miss Chrysophrasia Dabstreak, married a Russian in the year 1850, and was never mentioned after the Crimean War, until her son, Paul Patoff, being a diplomatist, made the acquaintance of his first cousin in the person of Macaulay Carvel, who happened to be third secretary in Berlin, when Paul passed through that capital, on his return from a distant post in the East.
But every one seemed to be afraid of Chrysophrasia, and when, once or twice, she was on the point of making a remark, there was a general attempt made to prevent her from leading the conversation. As soon as dinner was over we scattered in all directions, like a flock of sheep. Chrysophrasia retired to her room. John Carvel went to the library, whither his wife followed him in a few minutes.
Hermione was too wise to say that she had overheard the conversation, and Alexander was ashamed to own that he had made a mistake, and taken some one else for her. But by making herself known Hermione had effectually annulled whatever false impression Chrysophrasia had made upon him. "Do you know who that lady in the white domino is, with whom I was talking a moment ago?
"It seems to me that Annie might go and live with him." "He has no home, poor fellow, he is in the diplomatic service. He is made to fly from Constantinople to Persia, and from Persia to St. Petersburg; how could he take poor Annie with him?" "If poor Annie chose," said Chrysophrasia, sniffing the air with a disagreeable expression, "poor Annie could go.
There was a general refusal; everybody preferred the moonlight, which now flooded the apartment. "It seems to me," said Chrysophrasia, half sadly, "it seems to me ah, no! I must be mistaken, and yet it seems to me that I smell something burning." "I think it is the lamps outside," I answered. No one else took any notice of the speech, which jarred upon the pleasant stillness.
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