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Another welcome visitor was Pierre Duprez, lively and sparkling as ever, he came from Paris to pass a fortnight with his "cher Phil-eep," and make merriment for the whole party.
I always hope that he will one day be well in mind, and every little sign of reason in him is pleasant to me." Duprez was silent. It was evidently no use making even an attempt at flattering this strange girl; surely she must be dense not to understand compliments that most other women compel from the lips of men as their right?
You will be made very sorrowful in it, I assure you, it is not a place for good women!" She laughed. "You are morose," she said. "That is not like you! No one is good, we all live to try and make ourselves better." "What highly moral converse is going on here?" inquired Lorimer, strolling leisurely up to them. "Are you giving Duprez a lecture, Miss Gueldmar?
If I believe in anything at all, I believe in a really agreeable heaven nectar and ambrosia, and all that sort of thing, and Hebes to wait upon you." As he spoke they reached the sheltering hut, where Gueldmar, Duprez, and Macfarlane were waiting rather impatiently for them. "Where's Sigurd?" cried the bonde. "Gone for a ramble on his own account," answered Errington readily.
"Has he a private fortune, then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. But he has got shares in mines somewhere out in Brazil; and then he has been immensely successful as a feuilleton writer in Paris and Vienna and London.
As she was introduced to Duprez and Macfarlane, she gave them each a quaint, sweeping curtsy, which had the effect of making them feel the most ungainly lumbersome fellows on the face of the earth. Macfarlane grew secretly enraged at the length of his legs, while Pierre Duprez, though his bow was entirely Parisian, decided in his own mind that it was jerky, and not good style.
Thus adjured Britta looked up so suddenly that Duprez, who had rather enjoyed the feel of her little nestling head hidden upon his arm, was quite startled, and he was still more so at the utter defiance that flashed into the small maiden's round, rosy face. "Go with you!" she cried shrilly, addressing the old woman, who remained standing in the same attitude, with an air of perfect composure.
Duprez for once understood what it was to reverence a woman's beauty, and decided that the flippant language of compliment was out of place he therefore said nothing, and Lorrimer, too, was silent battling bravely against the wild desires that were now, in his opinion, nothing but disloyalty to his friend. Old Gueldmar's hearty voice roused and startled them all. "Now Thelma, child!
And he left his friend to finish dressing, and entered the saloon, where he greeted his two other companions, Alec, or, as he was oftener called, Sandy Macfarlane, and Pierre Duprez; the former an Oxford student, the latter a young fellow whose acquaintance he had made in Paris, and with whom he had kept up a constant and friendly intercourse.
She sang at Florence with Duprez, and Donizetti, who was then in the city, composed his "Rosmonda d'Inghilterra" for these artists. For two years there was nothing of specially important note in Mme. Persiani's life except a swift and steady progress.
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