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Updated: May 4, 2025
Now George had read one or two poems of Verlaine, and thought them unique; hence he despised M. Defourcambault. He could read French, in a way, but he was incapable of speaking a single word of it in the presence of compatriots; the least mono-syllable would have died on his lips.
Lucas said that there was a plot between them, but that he would consent to learn at once if Laurencine would play the piano for him after dinner. Laurencine said she didn't play. Lucas said she did. M. Defourcambault, invoked once again, said that she played magnificently. Laurencine blushed, and asked M. Defourcambault how he could!... And so on, indefinitely.
M. Defourcambault looked round, content. He related in English how his father had been in the very centre of the Boulangist movement, and had predicted disaster to the General's cause from the instant that Madame de Bonnemain came on the scene.
The three had been in London again for several days, and he had known from Lucas that a theatre-party had been arranged for that night to witness the irresistible musical comedy, The Gay Spark, Lucas and M. Defourcambault were to be of the party.
Lucas said he would learn if she would teach him. Laurencine said that she would teach him if he would have his first lesson instantly, during dinner. Lucas said that wasn't fair. Laurencine said that it was. Both of them appealed to M. Defourcambault. M. Defourcambault said that it was fair.
It was a large photograph of Jules Defourcambault, bearing the words: "À Miss Irene Wheeler. Hommages respectueux de J.D.F." "You won't!" he exclaimed, incredulous, shocked. He thought: "She is mad!" "Yes, I shall." There were hundreds of beautiful objects in the place, and she chose a banal photograph of a despicable creature whom she detested. "Why don't you take one of her portraits?
George saw, in a far corner, Jules Defourcambault talking very quietly to Irene Wheeler, whose lackadaisical face had become ingenuous and ardent as she listened to him under the shelter of the dazzling music. George felt himself to be within the sphere of unguessed and highly perturbing forces. He left early.
"And what did you do, then?" George demanded in the hard tone of a cross-examiner. "I drove straight on," said M. Defourcambault, returning George's cold stare. This close glimpse into history into politics and passion excited George considerably.
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