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Cloudwater watched her, and a kindly smile lit his face. He thought how pretty she was, and how glad he was that she had joined Moravia and himself again this summer. The months when she went off by herself to her house in Brittany always seemed very long. He saw her coming from far enough to be able to take in every detail about her.
"That is what I object to about them," Mrs. Howard remarked presently, "their abominable arrogance. Look at that man. It is just as though there was no one else on this balcony but himself no one else exists for him!" "Why, Sabine, you are severe! He looks to me to be a pretty considerably nice man and he is only reading the paper as I have been doing myself," Mr. Cloudwater rejoined.
Cloudwater remarked, "aren't they, Sabine. I never can understand why you should so persistently avoid them they really have much more in common with ourselves than Latins." "That is why perhaps one likes contrasts and French and Russians, or Germans, are far more intelligent. Every one to his taste!" and Mrs. Howard smiled.
But this was too slender a thread to hang hope upon, and it would be wiser and better for them all if when Lord Fordyce came with Moravia and Girolamo and Mr. Cloudwater at Christmas, she told him the whole truth. The dread of this augmented day by day, until it became a nightmare and she had to use the whole force of her will to keep even an outward semblance of calm.
Cloudwater in the exercise room of the Kaiserbad, who, with polite ceremony, presented him that evening to his daughter and her friend. Sabine had been particularly silent and irritating, Moravia thought, and as they went up to bed she scolded her about it. "He is a perfect darling, Sabine," she declared, "and will do splendidly to take walks with us and make the fourth.
After lunch Sabine had gone off with Moravia to Girolamo's nurseries, and Lord Fordyce had felt he must go out and get some air. Mr. Cloudwater had started with Madame Imogen in the motor on a commission to their little town directly they had all left the dining-room. Thus Henry was alone. He greeted the Père Anselme gladly. The old priest's cultivated mind was to him always a source of delight.
I shall keep you and hold you close!" And he clasped her in his arms. For he was a man, you see and the moment had come! Mr. Elias Cloudwater came up the steps of the Savoy Hotel at Carlsbad, and called to the Arab who was waiting about: "Has the Princess come in from her drive yet?" He was informed that she had not, and he sat down in the verandah to wait.
A lovely morning it was that beamed on Sibley and the broad and beautiful valley of the Cloudwater when once the sun got fairly above the moist horizon. Mist and vapor and heavy cloud all seemed swallowed up in the gathering, glowing warmth, as though the King of Day had risen athirst and drained the welcoming cup of nature.
Oh! my dear, if you will be content with what I can give you, let us be married soon and go to India for the rest of the winter." The Père Anselme noticed that his only congregation from the Château consisted of Mr. Cloudwater and Madame Imogen; and he thanked the good God as he sent up a fervent prayer for the absentees' happiness.
During the stroll there it was Sabine's custom persistently to adhere to the side of Mr. Cloudwater, leaving the other two tête-
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