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Updated: June 13, 2025
Even by the dim bedside light the Architect's wife could glimpse their fragile loveliness. She protested faintly, "You shouldn't give them away they're so old they're sacred." "I know they are but I want her to have them. They were Josepha's first clothes, I found that out from Mademoiselle D'Ormy." "I mustn't take them " Felicia laughed softly.
With his bald head and piercing eyebrows he made her think of a gigantic worm. When he spoke his head waggled just as a worm's head waggles when it tops a rose bush. "There was chicken " he remembered petulantly, "I like that cold " "It was vairee good " Felicia assured him. Just to hear Felicia say "Vairee" mouthing it as Mademoiselle D'Ormy had done, was refreshingly different.
Her rising anger swept into her heart like a reviving fire. She thought of Zeb, mouthing his scorn of the "dirty filthy heathen," she thought of Mademoiselle D'Ormy scolding a housemaid who left so much as a speck of dust on the hall balustrades, she did not see the grinning woman gesturing to her husband, touching her forehead to indicate Felicia's lack of wits.
They were almost shyly formal with each other, those two, while Mademoiselle D'Ormy screwed the tilt table into place and brought the ebony box of carved chess men. It was leaning forward to move the men that took so much strength. Octavia was too proud to admit how weak she was growing. So she coaxed her small daughter,
"But I am Felice the little girl who came with Mademoiselle D'Ormy to get Miss Pease can't you see that I am?" The old woman's tittering laugh of denial made Felicia want to shake her. "That child why you hain't she she wouldn't be the matter of half your age you must be thirty-five or forty, hain't ye?
However much she may have yawned, at the tender age of ten, over a certain dissertation on the etiquette of travel, given one summer afternoon by Mademoiselle D'Ormy, Felicia aged twenty-seven, embarked upon her first journey alone, found herself musing with mighty comfort upon the charming definiteness of those never-to-be-forgotten axioms.
"You must be patient with the silly fears of a woman who mistrusts all lawyers these deeds are duplicates of those that another " In the garden Felice told Mademoiselle D'Ormy who the curly-haired person was it was not for nothing that Felice had been staring at the pictures in the big Shakespeare Illustrated on the drawing-room table.
"You'd better go away, Margot," she ordered clearly, "You can't stay here and talk so to me " the childish simplicity of her phrases was absurdly inadequate to express her scorn, "You do not know that I have a vairee bad temper I make myself proud, proud, proud when I lose it but it will make you vairee unhappy if I do I say and I do most dreadful things when I'm angry If I call for the Major he will come and send you away for always and forevaire as he did Mademoiselle D'Ormy and no matter how sorry I am afterward he will not let you stay "
And instead of being sorry that she had obliterated the paper lambs she remembers shaking her fist at the discolored spot and shrieking "Nevaire come back, nevaire!" Mademoiselle D'Ormy made her tell Maman. Mademoiselle's disapproval made it seem an admirable crime until Maman said ever se gently, "I'm sorry you were unhappy!"
Cunning Margot! spreading the treasures of those dear dead women before their imperious little descendant! Wise old Margot, who must speak so carefully that she will not break that girl's heart! Margot, who must undo all the trouble that years of evasions from Grandy and lies from Mademoiselle D'Ormy have stored up for her!
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