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But I think crimson is much more amusing. And I give my idea, which is moonshine." "Moonshine and bloodshed," said Newman. "A murder by moonlight," laughed Madame de Bellegarde. "What a delicious idea for a toilet! To make it complete, there is the silver dagger, you see, stuck into my hair. But here comes Lord Deepmere," she added in a moment. "I must find out what he thinks of it."
Then the young man stood there, with his hand on his hip, and with a conscious grin, staring askance at Miss Noemie. Suddenly an idea seemed to strike him, and he said, turning to Newman, "Oh, you know her?" "Yes," said Newman, "I know her. I don't believe you do." "Oh dear, yes, I do!" said Lord Deepmere, with another grin. "I knew her in Paris by my poor cousin Bellegarde you know.
He came and told you what your mother was up to that she wanted him to supplant me; not being a commercial person. If he would make you an offer she would undertake to bring you over and give me the slip. Lord Deepmere isn't very intellectual, so she had to spell it out to him.
He said he admired you 'no end, and that he wanted you to know it; but he didn't like being mixed up with that sort of underhand work, and he came to you and told tales. That was about the amount of it, wasn't it? And then you said you were perfectly happy." "I don't see why we should talk of Lord Deepmere," said Madame de Cintre. "It was not for that you came here.
Newman walked away, almost disposed to clasp old Madame de Bellegarde round the waist. He passed through several rooms and at last found the old marquise in the first saloon, seated on a sofa, with her young kinsman, Lord Deepmere, beside her.
She gave a majestic little nod at Newman, and then she released the strange gentleman, that he might make his bow to her daughter. "My daughter," she said, "I have brought you an unknown relative, Lord Deepmere. Lord Deepmere is our cousin, but he has done only to-day what he ought to have done long ago come to make our acquaintance." Madame de Cintre smiled, and offered Lord Deepmere her hand.
I have not forgotten that I suggested the marriage to you. I don't believe that Madame de Cintre has any intention of marrying Lord Deepmere. It is true he is not younger than she, as he looks. He is thirty-three years old; I looked in the Peerage. But no I can't believe her so horribly, cruelly false." "Please say nothing against her," said Newman. "Poor woman, she IS cruel.
Her hands were folded in her lap, and she was looking at his lordship's simple physiognomy with an air of politely suppressed irritation. Lord Deepmere looked up as Newman approached, met his eyes, and changed color. "I am afraid I disturb an interesting interview," said Newman. Madame de Bellegarde rose, and her companion rising at the same time, she put her hand into his arm.
"Oh, you may dance without knowing how; may you not, milord?" said Madame de Bellegarde. But to this Lord Deepmere replied that a fellow ought to know how to dance if he didn't want to make an ass of himself; and at this moment Urbain de Bellegarde joined the group, slow-stepping and with his hands behind him. "This is a very splendid entertainment," said Newman, cheerfully.
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