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Updated: June 13, 2025
You know that I was beside myself when I wrote them, I was so unhappy do you not see that they compromise me fatally; that it is my good name, my reputation, which are at stake?" In her agony she had half sunk at his feet on the floor of the carriage, clasping her hands entreatingly together. Monsieur D'Arblet raised her with empressement. "Ah, madame, do not thus humiliate yourself at my feet.
Monsieur D'Arblet waited a few minutes, watching her; then, as she did not raise her head from the cushions of the carriage, where she had buried it, the Frenchman pulled the check-string of the carriage. "Now," he said, "I will wish you good-night, for we are close to your house. We have had our little talk, have we not?" The brougham, stopped, and the footman opened the door.
Did you notice the rose point on that old lady's brown satin, Vera?" "That was Lady Kynaston." "Oh, was it? By the way, of course, you must know some of the Kynastons, as they come from your part of the world. I wonder they didn't ask you to the wedding." Vera murmured something unintelligible. Monsieur D'Arblet looked at her sharply.
You will come back again next year, and enjoy your season as much as ever." "Never never. Lucien D'Arblet will visit this country no more. The words that I am about to speak to you now the request that I am about to make of you are like the words of a dying man; like the parting desire of one who expires. Mademoiselle, I have a request to make of you."
"Suppose we take these three chairs in the shade," suggested Monsieur D'Arblet, cutting short, unceremoniously the string of her remarks, which apparently were no more soothing to himself than to Miss Nevill.
Hazeldine's drawing-room, in Park Lane, the hour is four o'clock in the afternoon, and the dramatis personæ are Miss Nevill, very red in the face, standing in a corner, behind an oblong velvet table covered with china ornaments, and Monsieur Le Vicomte D'Arblet, also red in the face, gesticulating violently on the further side of it.
"Mademoiselle," he said, making her a low bow, "I am infinitely obliged to you;" and then, without another word, he opened the door and was gone. Three minutes later Mrs. Hazeldine came in. She was just back from her drive. She found Vera lying back exhausted and breathless in an arm-chair. "My dear, what have you done to Monsieur D'Arblet?
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