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I am not interrupting a confession, am I?" Eyrecourt. The traces of her illness still showed themselves in an intermittent trembling of her head and her hands. She had entered the room, strongly suspecting that the process of conversion might be proceeding in the absence of Penrose, and determined to interrupt it.
Being in Paris to-day, at a morning concert, she there met with her old friend, Doctor Wybrow. The famous physician is suffering from overwork, and is on his way to Italy for a few months of rest and recreation. They took a drive together, after the performance, in the Bois de Boulogne; and Mrs. Eyrecourt opened her mind to the doctor, as freely as usual, on the subject of Stella and the child.
"If anything can make me a Catholic," he said, "your interference will do it." "Out of sheer perversity, dear Romayne?" "Not at all, Mrs. Eyrecourt. If I became a Catholic, I might escape from the society of ladies, in the refuge of a monastery." Mrs. Eyrecourt hit him back again with the readiest dexterity. "Remain a Protestant, my dear, and go to your club.
There is a refuge for you from the ladies a monastery, with nice little dinners, and all the newspapers and periodicals." Having launched this shaft, she got up, and recovered her easy courtesy of look and manner. "I am so much obliged to you, Father Benwell. I have not offended you, I hope and trust?" "You have done me a service, dear Mrs. Eyrecourt.
Pardon me, Lady Loring, who is that beautiful creature in the pale yellow dress? Surely I have seen her somewhere before?" "That beautiful creature, Major, is the bold young lady of whose conduct you don't approve." "Miss Eyrecourt?" "Yes." "I retract everything I said!" cried the Major, quite shamelessly. "Such a woman as that may do anything. She is looking this way. Pray introduce me."
Romayne doesn't go into Society, or we should have met long since," Mrs. Eyrecourt replied. "He is a striking person and I noticed him when he shook hands with you. That was quite enough for me. I have just introduced myself to him as your mother. He was a little stately and stiff, but most charming when he knew who I was. I volunteered to find you. He was quite astonished.
Nothing will persuade me that zeal for his religion is the motive under which that man acts in devoting himself to Romayne. He has some abominable object in view, and his eyes tell me that I am concerned in it." Mrs. Eyrecourt burst out laughing. "What is there to laugh at?" Stella asked. "I declare, my dear, there is something absolutely provoking in your utter want of knowledge of the world!
The instant the priest referred indirectly to Winterfield, by speaking of Beaupark House, her instincts warned her, as if in words: Be careful for Stella's sake! "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Eyrecourt. "I know Beaupark House; but may I make a confession?" she added, with her sweetest smile. Father Benwell caught her tone, with his customary tact.
Eyrecourt could proceed with her recollections of "the evening at the Duke's." "Your charming daughter and I have been talking about Clovelly," he continued. "I have just been spending a little holiday in that delightful place. It was a surprise to me, Mrs. Eyrecourt, to see so many really beautiful country seats in the neighborhood.
"Are you going out?" her husband asked. "No. I am going upstairs to Stella." Lady Loring found Miss Eyrecourt in her own room. The little portrait of Romayne which she had drawn from recollection lay on the table before her. She was examining it with the closest attention. "Well, Stella, and what does the portrait tell you?" "What I knew before, Adelaide.
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