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"You forget I should be asked for a character," said Lady Henry. "Oh, I admit there are possibilities on her side. That silly goose, Evelyn Crowborough, would have taken her in, but I had a few words with Crowborough, and he put his foot down. He told his wife he didn't want an intriguing foreigner to live with them. No; for the present we are chained to each other.
"Oh, it's you," he said, smiling weakly. "Yes. What's up? You look frightened!" He turned to greet Crowborough. "Well, we're all rather jiggered by this," Leadenham replied. "We're going to get something to eat. Come with us?" They went into a tea-shop and sat down. "Is the Guardian all right?" Henry asked. "Oh, yes," said Leadenham wearily, "as right as anything is.
Then through the door she saw a man standing in the hall and recognized Captain Warkworth's Indian servant. "I don't understand him," said the Scotchwoman, shaking her head. Julie went out to speak with him. The man had been sent to Crowborough House with instructions to inquire for Miss Le Breton and deliver his note.
Her pictures are principally landscapes, and are chiefly in private collections in England. Among the most important are "On the Venetian Lagoons," "Old Stone Pines, Lido, Venice," "Evening on Lake Lugano," "Evening Glow on the Dolomites," "The Old Bird Fancier," "Moonrise on Crowborough, Sussex." All these have been exhibited at the Academy.
He, apparently, to judge from his letters to her from the Isle of Wight, had been conscious of no crisis whatever. Yet he must have seen from the little Duchess's manner, as she bade farewell to him that night at Crowborough House, that something was wrong.
"Do you know where they have gone?" asked Carrissima. "Colonel Faversham told the chauffeur to drive to Richmond." "To Richmond thank you," said Carrissima. "I will come another day." Then she turned away with the card-case still in her hand and a heavier weight at her heart. She wished she had never gone to Crowborough that summer five years ago!
Had he been twice as repulsive, she realized that his millions would have commanded a respect denied to both beauty and virtue. "I wonder how any woman can stand him," mused Gabriella. Then, glancing across the table at Mrs. Crowborough, she realized something of the amazing insensibility of the more ethereal sex.
She ordered tea, and made no further allusion of any kind to the kindred they had in common. She and Lady Blanche talked as strangers. Julie said to herself that she understood. She remembered the evening at Crowborough House, the spinster lady who had been the Moffatts' friend, her own talk with Evelyn.
Fifth Avenue was thronged, and to her anxious mind there seemed to be hollowness and insincerity in the laughter of the crowd. At the house in East Fifty-seventh Street, from which she would be moving the next day, she found Judge Crowborough awaiting her in the dismantled drawing-room, where packing-cases of furniture and pictures lay scattered about in confusion.
"One can't judge him by the standards of other men," thought Gabriella, using a remembered phrase of Fifty-seventh Street. Judge Crowborough was still talking earnestly into the telephone, and she gathered vaguely that his earnestness related to a donation he had promised his church. "Raise two hundred thousand, and I'll double it," he said abruptly, and hung up the receiver.
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