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Updated: June 11, 2025
It's suggested that they should take a flat near by the College, within easy walking distance. Dierdre is to entertain the blind men with recitations, and teach the art of reciting to those who wish to learn. Julian is to sing and play for the men in the house-theatre, once or twice a week, as he can spare time from his work with De Letzski.
Brian agreed that it would be splendid, but he said that his sister must be "in" it, too. He wouldn't have secrets from her, even for the pleasure of a surprise. "She won't let me help you," Dierdre said. "She'll want to do everything for you herself." Brian assured the girl that she was mistaken about his sister. "She's mistaken about you, too," he added. "You'll see!
I didn't fancy that his devotion to duty would carry him far from the Château d'Andelle while Dierdre was comfortably installed in it. Unless he were invited to embusquer himself there, in our society, I expected a crash. Which shows how little I knew my Julian! When the plan was officially suggested to him, he agreed as if with enthusiasm.
I've been searching everywhere she wasn't in the hotel when I got home, and it's close to midnight." I felt unsympathetic, and wouldn't have cared if Miss Dierdre O'Farrell had flown off on a broomstick, or been kidnapped by a German aviator. My heart, however, was sure that nothing had happened and I suspected that her brother had trumped up an excuse to join us.
Madame Bornier prepared rooms for us all; but there weren't enough to go round, so Brian and Julian O'Farrell were put together, and Dierdre and I! She, by the way, is in bed at this moment, whether asleep or not I don't know; but if not she is pretending. Her lashes are very long, and she looks prettier than I ever saw her look before. But that may be because I like her better.
We stopped at Soissons three more days after I told you about Dierdre and Brian, and Captain Devot and his wife. Not only did they forgive Dierdre those two but they took her to their hearts, perhaps more for Brian's sake than her own. I was introduced to them, and they were kind to me, too. Of the blind man I have a beautiful souvenir. I must tell you about it, Padre!
It is le croix de guerre!" "I wish I had a right to it!" Dierdre broke out. "I haven't, because he is not my husband. He doesn't care for me except maybe, as a friend. But to atone to him for injustice, to punish myself for hurting you, I'll confess something. I'd marry him to-morrow, blind as he is perhaps because he is blind! and be happy and proud all my life if he would have me.
Just to see what Dierdre would do, and perhaps to provoke her, sometimes I didn't answer at all, but left her to explain our surroundings to Brian. I hardly thought she would respond to the silent challenge, but almost ostentatiously she did. She cried, "There's a castle!" when we came to the fine and rather staid château which Duke Stanislas loved, and where he died.
"Good-bye and good luck in the mission," I echoed. He pressed my hand so hard that it hurt, and with one last look turned away. He did not go far, however, but stopped on his way back to ask Dierdre O'Farrell about her arm. It was easy to see that Dierdre wished me to hear her part. "My arm is going on very well," she informed her benefactor.
We were three automobiles strong when we went out of Nancy, along what they call the "Lunéville road." That was yesterday, as I write, and already it seems long ago! The third and biggest car belonged to the Préfet; gray and military looking, driven by a soldier in uniform; and this time Dierdre O'Farrell was with us.
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