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But you can see through it all the awful sorrow that weighs upon her heart, you can see she has lost something she can never find again, her eyes look so wistful her smile is so sad poor Angela!" Aubrey was silent a moment. "What of the Princesse D'Agramont?" "Oh, she is simply a treasure!" said Sylvie enthusiastically "She and my dear old Bozier are never weary in well-doing!
This was one of his "pretty drawing-room tricks" according to Loyse D'Agramont who always laughed unmercifully at these kind of courtesies. They had been the stock-in-trade of her late husband, and she knew exactly what value to set upon them. But Angela was easily moved by tenderness, and the smallest word of love, the lightest caress made her happy and satisfied for a long time.
And when the Princess D'Agramont entered she was surprised and overjoyed to find her patient sitting up on her couch for the first time in many days, talking quietly with the Perseus she had sent to rescue the poor Andromeda from the jaws of a brooding Melancholia which might have ended in madness or death.
Salut, cher Abbe!" and she gave Vergniaud her hand with charming friendliness; "I came here really to see you, and place the Chateau D'Agramont at your disposal, while I am away passing the winter in Italy. Pray make yourself at home there and your son also . . ."
But her breath came and went quickly, and her face was very pale. "No wonder Monsignor Moretti was so exceedingly angry," resumed the Princesse D'Agramont with a smile, "I understand the position now. It is a truly remarkable one. Monseigneur," this with a profound reverence to the Cardinal, "you have found it difficult to be umpire in the discussion."
Angela raised her eyes, full of sadness, yet also full of light. "Yes," she said. "I will! I will work my grief into a glory if I can! And the loss of world's love shall teach me to love God more!" Loyse D'Agramont embraced her. "That is my Angela!" she said. "That is what I wanted you to feel to know for I too have suffered!"
And he had just refused to accompany the Princesse D'Agramont thither! A sudden access of irritation came over him, and he paced the room angrily. Should he also go to Rome? Never! It would seem too close a pursuit of a woman who had by her actions distinctly shown that she wished to avoid him. Now he would prove to her that he also had a will of his own.
And when he was ill and dying at the Chateau D'Agramont, she had written to him two or three times in the kindest and tenderest way, and her letters had not been answered, because the Abbe was too ill to write, and he, Cyrillon, had been afraid lest he should say too much! And now she was dead? murdered? No! he would not believe it!
"I hope you do," interrupted Gherardi, "And that you will by and by grasp the fact that my views are shared by almost everyone holding any Church authority. But you must go about in Rome, and make enquiries for yourself . . . now, let me see! Do you know the Princesse D'Agramont?" "No."
And the Princesse D'Agramont knitted her delicate brows perplexedly. "And you have had curious feelings since he came, you say? What sort of feelings?" "Well, you will only laugh at me," replied Angela, her cheeks paling a little as she spoke, "but it really is as if some supernatural being were present who could see all my inward thoughts, and not only mine, but the thoughts of everyone else.
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