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Updated: June 17, 2025
'I ought to have done it long ago, she said, passionately; then, immediately curbing herself, she turned deliberately to a vase of roses that stood near and began to rearrange them, picking out a few faded blooms and throwing them on the wood-fire. Lord Findon watched her, the delicate, drooping figure in its grey dress, the thin hand among the roses.
Between her, Lord Findon, and her neighbour there arose a conversation which made Fenwick's ears tingle. How many things and persons and places it touched upon that were wholly unknown to him! Pictures in foreign museums Vienna, Berlin, St.
'Eugénie! tell me one thing! you are in the same mind as ever about the divorce? She made a sign of assent. 'Just the same. I am Albert's wife unless he himself asks me to release him and then the release would only be for him. 'You are too hard on yourself, Eugénie! cried Lord Findon. 'I vow you are! You set an impossible standard. 'I am his wife' she repeated, gently 'while he lives.
The forms like Millet simple but full of knowledge. Ah! he took up a brush, flung it down bitterly, and turned on his heel 'I can draw! but why did no one ever teach me to paint? Eugénie lifted her eyebrows amused at the sudden despair. Lord Findon laughed. He had restrained himself so far with difficulty while these two romanced; and now, bursting with his tidings, he laid a hand on Fenwick:
'You're in this house, too? Have you anything you'd let me see? Fenwick, flushed and stammering, begged him to walk upstairs. Cuningham's puzzled impression was that he gave the invitation reluctantly, but could not make up his mind not to give it. They marched upstairs, Lord Findon and Cuningham behind.
He sat down by the dying fire, brooding and miserable. How on earth was he going to get through the next few weeks? Abominable! thoughtlessly cruel! that neither Lord Findon nor Madame de Pastourelles should ever yet have spoken to him of money!
He had been living in dread of Morrison's appearing in Bernard Street to claim his bond revealing Phoebe's existence perhaps to ears unprepared and laying greedy hands upon the 'Genius Loci. It would have been hard to keep him off it unless Lord Findon had promptly come forward and it would have been odious to yield it to him.
While he was so engaged, a carriage drew up below, and two persons descended. He recognised Lord Findon, much aged and whitened in these last years. The lady in deep mourning behind him paused a moment on the broad pathway, and looked round her, at the hill of the château, at the bright lights in the restaurant.
He came up now, frowning, and out of temper. 'Upon my word, Eugénie, the blindness of some people is too amazing! 'Is it? Sit down, papa, and look at that! She pushed a chair towards him, smiling, and pointed to the terrace, the woods, the sky. 'It's all very well, my dear, said Lord Findon, seating himself 'but this place tries me a good deal.
Meanwhile, Lord Findon had had a few whispered words with his daughter in an inner room. 'My dear! throwing up his hands 'a barbarian! Can't have him here again. 'Mr. Fenwick, papa? 'Of course. Cuningham ought to have warned me. However, I suppose I brought it on myself. I do these rash things, and must pay for them. He was so rude to De Chailles that I have had to apologise. 'Poor papa!
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