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But I couldn't, because I had no genius to draw in color, and light, and sound, and perfume, and to transform them, and give them out again, better than the truth, because I was added to them. Don't you remember, Claudie?" "Yes, now I remember." "You are going to do that where I could not do it." Claude glanced at Mrs. Mansfield.
But the head gardener, a Frenchman, who had spent a long life in Algeria, remembered Charmian, and begged her to wander wherever she pleased. She took Claude to the edge of the lake, and drew him down beside her on a white seat. And presently she said: "Claudie, it was here I first knew I should marry you."
Regis, Charmian was still out. She did not return till just after midnight. When she came into the sitting-room she found Claude in an armchair near the window, which was slightly open. He had no book or paper, and seemed to be listening to something. "Claudie! Why, what are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. "But the window! Aren't you catching cold?" He shook his head.
"Poor old Jernington! He is horror-stricken. Bury St. Edmunds has been his farthest beat till now except for his year in Germany. Claudie, he loves the opera or he would never have consented to come. I felt it was a test. The opera, the child, has stood it triumphantly. I love old Jernington. And he is a first-rate critic, isn't he?" "Of orchestration, certainly."
She had bent Claude to her purposes before. She must bend him to her purpose now. "Claudie," she said, "you know what an old dear I think Jernington, don't you?" Claude looked up at her with rather searching eyes. She had come into his workroom at sunset. All day she had been considering what would be the best thing to do.
Only let this go on a little, and we shall be inundated by what has humorously been called the 'ruro-drama. Morvan hats and Berrichon head-dresses will invade the scenes, and no language be spoken but in dialect." Madame Sand was naturally encouraged to repeat the experiment. This was done in Claudie and Le Pressoir , ruro-dramas both, and most favorably received.
"Alston!" said Charmian, swiftly following his example. "And now no more toasts for the present. They seem too formal when only we three are together. And we know what we wish each other without them. Oyster soup! You see, I remembered what you are fond of, Claudie. I recollect ages ago in London I once met Mr. Whistler. It was when I was very small. He came to lunch with Madre.
"I can't help wishing, for your own sake, that you wouldn't always go to the Bible for your inspiration." "I daresay it is very absurd of me." "Claudie, you could never be absurd." "Anybody can be absurd." "I could never think you absurd. But I suppose everyone can make a mistake.
Miss Gertrude's eyes filled with tears as she tried to restrain Clement's eager caresses. They were very glad to see each other. Climbing up into the chair beside him, Clement put his arms round his brother's neck and stroked his cheeks. "You'll soon be well now, Claudie," he said, "and we'll go and see the pony. Oh, such a fine fellow as he is!
She closed her eyes, and laid herself back in her chair, with a sigh that was almost a groan. Clement was very gentle, or he meant to be very gentle, with his brother. He stroked his cheeks, and kissed him, calling him "little brother," and "poor Claudie." And the little fellow hushed his peevish cry, and tried to smile for a moment.
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