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Cloudwater got back to Paris, that if they could be persuaded to come to London, Sabine would accompany them, and make the acquaintance of Henry's mother and some of his family who would be in ignorance of there being any tie between them, and the whole thing could be done casually and with good sense. "I want my mother and my sisters to love you, darling," Henry wrote, "without a prejudiced eye.
"I do love them!" she sighed, "and we never were allowed them, only once a month after Moravia Cloudwater got that awful toothache, and had to have a big grinder pulled out." Michael was paying no attention to her; he had walked rapidly up and down the room once or twice, much to her astonishment. At last he spoke.
Men swarmed around her, but she appeared completely unconcerned and friendly with them all, and not even the most envious of the other Americans who were trying to climb into Princess Torniloni's exclusive society had ever been able to make up any scandals about her. "I have had such an enchanting walk, Clowdy, dear," the slim young woman said as she sat down in a basket-chair near Mr. Cloudwater.
"Perfectly." Then they both laughed, and Sabine suggested it was time they returned to luncheon. "It is quite two miles from here, and Mr. Cloudwater, although the kindest dear old gentleman, begins to get hungry at one o'clock." So they turned and sauntered downwards through the lovely green woods, with the warm hum of insects and the soft summer, glancing sunshine.
It was very dusty and travel-stained, and beside the chauffeur there got out a tall, fair Englishman. The personnel of the hotel came forward to meet him with empressement, and as he passed where Mr. Cloudwater and Mrs. Howard were sitting, they heard him say: "My servant brought the luggage by train this morning, so I suppose the rooms are ready." "They are a wonderful race," Mr.
Cloudwater waiting for them on the balcony clamoring for lunch. Princess Torniloni gave a swift, keen glance at the two who had entered, but she did not express the thought which came to her. "It is rather hard that Sabine, who does not want him and is not free to have him, should have drawn him instead of me."
Cranley Beaton was this one's name. The Cloudwater party were all quite glad to welcome him and hear news of their friends. One or two decent people had arrived that afternoon also, and Moravia felt she could be quite amused and wear her pretty clothes. Sabine hated the avalanches of dinners and lunches and what not this would mean.
Old Miss Buskin, Daisy's aunt, you remember the old horror, says he is 'just too sweet, and 'that sassy' you know her frightfully vulgar way of speaking! that even she is 'afraid to be alone in the room with him!" "I dare say he looked like that he ought to suit Daisy," and then Sabine felt she had been spiteful and tried to divert matters by asking where Mr. Cloudwater was.
Cloudwater and the Princess had drunk their tumblers of water together, their custom was to go on down to the town and there find Sabine, who had bought their slices of ham and their rolls, and awaited them at the end of the Alte Weise with the pink paper bags, and then the four proceeded to walk to the Kaiser Park to breakfast. This meal was so merry, Mrs.
She belongs to Henry, who's behaved like a gentleman not to us any more." So he rang for his valet and went to his bath quietly, and thus ended the storm of that day. And Henry Fordyce in London was awaiting the arrival of his well-beloved, who, with the Princess and Mr. Cloudwater, was due to be at the Ritz Hotel that evening, when they would dine all together and spend a time of delight.
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