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How Madame Frabelle loves Bruce! he went on, watching her. 'Really, Landi, I assure you you're occasionally as mistaken as she is. And she thinks I'm in love with our host. 'That's because elle voit double. I don't. 'What makes you think.... 'I read between the lines, my dear between the lines on Madame Frabelle's face. 'She hasn't any.
Principle he has, perhaps, and no doubt he thinks he has great self-control, but that's only because he's absolutely incapable of passion of any kind. Edith smiled. 'I see you're amused at my being right again. It is an odd thing about me, I must own. I never make a mistake, said Madame Frabelle complacently. As they walked home, she continued to discourse eloquently on the subject of Aylmer.
Madame Frabelle's perfectly right, Edith, you know. Well, what about Shepperton? 'Shepperton? Oh, charming! Dear little town. But it isn't exactly what I call the river, if you know what I mean. I mean to say 'Well, could you suggest a place? said Bruce. 'Oh, I'm the worst person in the world for suggesting anything, said Madame Frabelle. 'And I know so little of the river.
As she moved to catch it, it tumbled on to her hat, nearly crushing the crown. Unconsciously assuming the expression of a Christian martyr, Madame Frabelle said it didn't matter. Bruce had given her The Gentlewoman, The World, The Field, Punch, and The London Mail to occupy the twenty-five minutes or so while they waited for the train to start.
Don't let him think he can always be running away and coming back! 'No, never again, Edith had answered, with a laugh. Now they never spoke of the subject. It was a painful one to Mrs Ottley. Today that lady seemed inclined to detain Edith, and make her as Archie feared late for the rising of the curtain. 'You really like Madame Frabelle so much, dear? 'Really I do, said Edith.
'He suffers, said Madame Frabelle, as if announcing a great discovery, he suffers from Nerves. 'I know he does, my dear. Who should know it better than I do? But do you think he is worse lately? 'I do. He is terribly depressed. He says things to me sometimes that well, that really quite alarm me. 'I'm sorry. But you mustn't take Bruce too seriously, you know that.
Dear me, how poetical you are, Madame Frabelle! 'I mean the imaginary echo. 'Imaginary ah, yes. You're very imaginative, aren't you, Madame Frabelle? Well, I don't know whether it's imagination or not, but, do you know, I fancy that queer feeling of mine seems to be coming on again. 'What queer feeling? 'I told you about it, and you were very sympathetic the other night, before dinner.
'Very likely he will be now. 'And she she adores Aylmer. Will she fall in love with Valdez out of gratitude? 'C'est probable. C'est a esperer.... Enfin-mais toi, mon enfant? 'And where is Madame Frabelle? asked Landi. Edith looked at the postmark. 'Apparently she's at Liverpool, of all places; but she may be going somewhere else. I haven't got her address. She says she'll write.
Madame Frabelle said to Edith in a low, earnest tone: 'Pass me the butter, dear, and looked attentively at Bruce. 'I sometimes think I shouldn't mind being one myself, Bruce continued; 'I should rather like to eat fish on Fridays. 'But you like eating fish on Thursdays, said Edith. 'And Mr Ottley never seems to care very much for meat.
But wouldn't it seem the least bit rude to Madame Frabelle? She talks of going away soon, you know. 'Oh, she won't mind, said Bruce decidedly. 'I shouldn't bother about her. We never treat her with ceremony. They both persuaded Edith to run down on the Monday and stay till Wednesday evening at least.
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