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No irritation at any rate was reflected in the voice with which he questioned Miss Fancourt as to some project of a walk a general walk of the company round the park. He had soon said something to Paul about a talk "We must have a tremendous lot of talk; there are so many things, aren't there?" but our friend could see this idea wouldn't in the present case take very immediate effect.
I shall have to take my leave of you, Sir Reginald, sooner than I expected. I must go down at once to look after her. Harry need not join till I send for him." "I congratulate you, Fancourt," said Sir Reginald, "though I am sorry that your visit should be cut short."
'You have brought me my book! she exclaimed, as Ferdinand entered with the mystical volume. 'Give it me, give it me. Here I cannot tell Mrs. Fancourt what day I can dine with her. I am engaged all this week and all next, and I am to dine with your dear family when I like. But Mrs. Fancourt must choose her day, because they will keep. You do not know this gentleman, she said, turning to Mrs.
All the ladies are in love with him. General Faneville expressed his deep sense of the high honour; Ferdinand protested he was engaged on Wednesday; Mrs. Fancourt looked very disappointed that she had thus lost another opportunity of learning the name of so distinguished a personage. There was another knock. Mrs. Fancourt departed. Lady Maxbury, and her daughter, Lady Selina, were announced.
His soldierly friend became clear enough: he was "Fancourt," but was also "the General"; and he mentioned to the new visitor in the course of a few moments that he had but lately returned from twenty years service abroad. "And now you remain in England?" the young man asked. "Oh yes; I've bought a small house in London." "And I hope you like it," said Overt, looking at Mrs. St. George.
"Others others? Ah the number won't matter; one other would do, if it were really a further step a throb of the same effort. What I mean is have you it in your heart to go in for some sort of decent perfection?" "Ah decency, ah perfection !" the young man sincerely sighed. "I talked of them the other Sunday with Miss Fancourt." It produced on the Master's part a laugh of odd acrimony.
Marguerite had forgotten all about her husband and her message to him; his very name, as spoken by Lord Fancourt, sounded strange and unfamiliar to her, so completely had she in the last five minutes lived her old life in the Rue de Richelieu again, with Armand always near her to love and protect her, to guard her from the many subtle intrigues which were forever raging in Paris in those days.
But not even Miss Fancourt." "I thought you admired her so much." "It's impossible to admire her more. Are you in love with her?" St. George asked. "Yes," Paul Overt presently said. "Well then give it up." Paul stared. "Give up my 'love'?" "Bless me, no. Your idea." And then as our hero but still gazed: "The one you talked with her about. The idea of a decent perfection."
Now, the authors choose neither of these ways: the secret slips out, through a chance misunderstanding in a conversation between Sir Richard Fancourt and the Colonel. This is a typical instance of an error of construction; and why? because it leaves to chance what should be an act of will.
That carried out the impression already derived from his wife. Paul's glance, after a moment, travelled back to this lady, and he saw how her own had followed her husband as he moved off with Miss Fancourt. Overt permitted himself to wonder a little if she were jealous when another woman took him away. Then he made out that Mrs. St. George wasn't glaring at the indifferent maiden.
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