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Where would you go if in trouble and perplexity?" "My Lady, if I had lost all my jewels," Fanchon's keen eye noticed that Angelique had lost none of hers, but she made no remark on it, "if I had lost all mine, I should go see my aunt Josephte Dodier. She is the wisest woman in all St. Valier; if she cannot tell you all you wish to know, nobody can." "What!
But the bright eyes opened again and fixed themselves upon her with all their old, gay inscrutability. "Not yet," said Crailey. "Miss Carewe, may I tell you that I am sorry I could not have known you sooner? Perhaps you might have liked me for Fanchon's sake I know you care for her." "I do I do!" she faltered. "I love her, and ah! I do like you, Mr.
He and Virginia were the best of friends, and accepted their new relation with a preposterous lack of embarrassment. To be in love with Crailey became Fanchon's vocation; she spent all her time at it, and produced a blurred effect upon strangers.
Fanchon's easy, shallow way of talking of her lover touched a sympathetic chord in the breast of her mistress. Grand passions were grand follies in Angelique's estimation, which she was less capable of appreciating than even her maid; but flirtation and coquetry, skin-deep only, she could understand, and relished beyond all other enjoyments.
But time flies, and the hour is come to get ready the midday dinner. Fanchon's grandmother stirs up the drowsy fire; then she breaks the eggs on the black earthenware platter. Fanchon is deeply interested in the bacon omelette as she watches it browning and sputtering over the fire. There is no one in the world like her grandmother for making omelettes and telling pretty stories.
For the picture which Nelson had drawn rose before her: the one man standing alone in his rage on the platform, overwhelmed by his calm young adversary, beaten and made the butt of laughter for a thousand. Her father had been in the wrong in that quarrel, and somehow she was sure, too, he must have been wrong in the "personal" one, as well: the mysterious difficulty over Fanchon's Mr.
And presently Dorothy excused herself, and kissing Margaret good-bye, left for home. The instant she had gone Margaret's gay and reminiscent mood underwent a change. "Girls, I want to know what Daren Lane did or said on Friday night at Fanchon's," spoke up Margaret. "You know mother dragged me home. Said I was tired. But I wasn't.
"But they may die before we come, Monsieur." "These things are in God's hands, Gustave." "You are not a father; you have never known what makes the world seem nothing." "I knew thy Fanchon's father." "Is that the same?" "There are those who save and those who die for others. Of thy love thou wouldst save the woman hath lain in thine arms, the child is of this.
Spring, and even the approach of spring, sets me dreaming. I see leafy hedges in my sleep, and flowery banks, and then I long to make the vision a reality. I remember that my dog Flush, Fanchon's father, who was a famous sporting-dog, used, at the approach of the covering season, to hunt in his sleep, doubtless by the same instinct that works in me.
Peering out into the dismal night, she found her own future as black, and it seemed no wonder that the Sisters loved the convent life; that the pale nuns forsook the world wherein there was so much useless unkindness; where women were petty and jealous, like that cowardly Fanchon, and men who looked great were tricksters, like Fanchon's betrothed. Miss Betty clenched her delicate fingers.
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