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Helen Murray lifted her eyes the soft, violet-gray eyes that Lord Fulkeward had said he admired suffused with tears, and fixed them on the old man's face. "I wish," she said "I wish we had never come to Egypt! I feel as if some great misfortune were going to happen to us; I do, indeed! Oh, Dr. Dean, have you watched my brother this evening?" "I have," he replied, and then was silent.
Quite lately Dr. Dean attended two weddings, one being that of "old" Lady Fulkeward, who has married a very pretty young fellow of five-and-twenty, whose dearest consideration in life is the shape of his shirt-collar; the other, that of Denzil Murray, who has wedded the perfectly well-born, well-bred and virtuous, if somewhat cold-blooded, daughter of his next-door neighbor in the Highlands.
She danced like a fairy, she who had once been called "old" Lady Fulkeward; she smoked cigarettes; she laughed like a child at every trivial thing any joke, however stale, flat and unprofitable, was sufficient to stir her light pulses to merriment; and she flirted oh, heavens!
Not the first attempt, at any rate head and shoulders only." "Do you know where her house is?" asked Lord Fulkeward. "If you don't, I'll walk with you and show you the way." "Thanks you are very good. I shall be obliged to you."
The anxious flirtations of Dolly and Muriel Chetwynd Lyle afforded subjects of mirth to the profane, the wonderfully youthful toilettes of Lady Fulkeward provided several keynotes from which to strike frivolous conversation, and when the great painter, Armand Gervase, actually made a sketch of her ladyship for his own amusement, and made her look about sixteen, and girlish at that, his popularity knew no bounds.
And she actually allowed him to walk home with her through the streets of Cairo! They went off together, in their fancy dresses, just as they were! I never heard of such a thing!" "Oh, there was nothing remarkable at all in that," said Lord Fulkeward. "Everybody went about the place in fancy costume last night.
While Lady Fulkeward answered innocently: "Is it? Do you really think so? Oh, dear! I suppose it is improper, it must be, you know; but it is most delightful and original!"
The table d'hote at the Gezireh Palace Hotel had already begun when Gervase entered the dining-room and sat down near Lady Fulkeward and Dr. Dean. "You have missed the soup," said her ladyship, looking up at him with a sweet smile. "All you artists are alike, you have no idea whatever of time. And how have you succeeded with that charming mysterious person, the Princess Ziska?"
Ross Courtney thought the whole thing was "queer;" and young Lord Fulkeward said there was something about it he didn't quite understand, something "deep," which his aristocratic quality of intelligence could not fathom.
"I don't say that," he replied; "I can paint something something which you can call a picture if you like, but there is no resemblance to the Princess Ziska in it. She is beautiful, and I can get nothing of her beauty, I can only get the reflection of a face which is not hers." "How very curious!" exclaimed Lady Fulkeward. "Quite psychological, is it not, Doctor?
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