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"I'm glad there is to be some glory in this affair; there's been little enough so far. However, to begin." "No hurry, my dear Madame X." "Don't you want my decision as to dinner?" she asked. "You can continue the narrative while we dine. Now to begin." "Then vanish Madame X, and enter Mistress Clephane."
All of which would indicate that she had made something of an impression on Harleston who was neither by nature nor by experience impressible and, in the diplomatic game, had about as much sentiment as a granite crag. In fact, with Harleston every woman who appeared in the diplomatic game lay under instant and heavy suspicion. Mrs. Clephane was the first exception.
Clephane and Harleston as he passed, and went out. "Will Mr. Carpenter be at the finish?" Mrs. Clephane asked. "Probably; but he'll be in the lobby when we go through." "They are going!" she whispered. "And they're coming this way." As Mrs. Spencer and Snodgrass went by, the former with an intimate little look at Harleston, said confidentially: "I'll be ready at half-past three, Guy."
And because a woman always looks relatively taller than a man, this woman looked nearly as tall as this lad. "Bob Evers? You may not remember me, but my name's Clephane Duncan, you know!" I felt the veriest scoundrel, and yet the words came out as smoothly as I have written them, as if to show me that I had been a potential scoundrel all my life. "Duncan Clephane? Why, of course I remember you.
"Will you excuse me, Captain Snodgrass?" she asked, with her compelling smile. "A Secretary of State may not be denied," Snodgrass replied. "In this instance in particular I would I were his Excellency." "Come and dine with me at eight," giving him her hand.... "Now, Mr. Harleston, I am ready." "What did you do with Mrs. Clephane?" she asked, when they were started.
"You come from Madame Durrand, I believe?" "Yes you know Madame Durrand?" The Marquis nodded. "I have met her several times." "I'm glad!" said she. "It may help me to prove my case." "Madame is her own proof," was the answer. For which answer he drew such a smile from Edith Clephane that in comparison the secretary's smile was simply as nothing. "Your Excellency overwhelms me," she replied.
"Very good!" Harleston answered promptly when she was past, he looked at Mrs. Clephane. "The cat!" she muttered; then smiled quizzically. "Such a pleasant air of proprietorship," she observed. "Too pleasant," he returned. "I've something to tell you as to it and her, when the present matter is ended." "Will it keep?" He nodded. "I can tell it better then and have more time for the telling."
"Guy," she whispered, "she wasn't as bad as she was painted; in fact, she wasn't bad at all and I know." "Your Secretary of State is a peculiar man?" Mrs. Clephane observed, as she and Harleston came down the steps into the Avenue. Harleston leaned over. "I'll confide to you that he is an egotistical and insufferable old ass," he whispered.
She said it so earnestly Harleston was almost persuaded that she meant it though he replied with a shrug and a sceptical laugh. "But the woman was long in returning," Mrs. Clephane resumed; "and after a while I put out the light, and going to the window raised the shade. The cab was no longer before the house; it had moved a little distance to the left, and the horse was lying down in the shafts.
The contrast was complete in every detail except the widowhood of both women; but I did not pursue it any farther; for once more there was but one woman in my thoughts, and she sat near me under a red parasol clashing so humanly with the everlasting snows! "You don't answer my question, Captain Clephane. How much for your thoughts?" "I'll make you a present of them, Mrs. Lascelles.
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