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Updated: May 11, 2025
They spoke of the theatre, and the last bons mots about their cherès amies the last liasons the last passions They spoke of Gabrielle her husband was killed last week 'So foolish of him, since one of Alice's 'friends' among the Ministers could easily have got him a soft job, and one must always help one's friends! Alice adored Gabrielle.
"And so do I," I said, laughing. "But, tell me, where is the young lady who used to live here Mr. De Gex's niece?" "His niece! I don't think he has a niece." "Miss Gabrielle Engledue." "Who's she? I've never heard of her," was the man's reply. I described her, but he shook his head. "To my knowledge Mr. De Gex hasn't got a niece," he said. "Were you here five weeks ago?" I inquired.
Lyndsay did go to London did see Gabrielle Desmarets at her balcony did see Darrell enter the house; and on her return to Paris did, armed with this testimony, and with the letters that led to it, so work upon her daughter's mind, that the next day the Marquess of Montfort was accepted.
The Baronet laughed heartily. His friend was always most resourceful and ingenious. He was a mystery to all at Glencardine, and to Lady Heyburn most of all. His visits were always unexpected, while as to who he really was, or whence he came, nobody not even Gabrielle herself knew.
You wish to speak to M. Shorland well!" He waved his hand to her and walked away from them. Gabrielle paused a moment, looking sharply at Blake Shorland, then she said: "Monsieur will come with me?" She led the way into another room, the boudoir, sitting-room, breakfast-room, library, all in one.
"I offer this deluded girl protection. It is for me to see that she is properly provided for." Gabrielle gave him a glance that pierced through his specious protestations. "You wish the daughter of Nevers to die. If you have killed Lagardere, I have no wish to live." Gonzague answered her, urbanely: "You take the matter too seriously. You have shared an imposture.
I should shut my doors against her but for the sake of her nephew le roue, who is really a pretty young man. My angel, I embrace you tenderly. How melancholy to a feeling heart is the moment when illusion vanishes, whether that illusion has been created by the magic of love or of friendship! How many such moments, Gabrielle, has your unfortunate friend been doomed to endure!
The decisive moment had come, not only because Coquenil's anger was stirred by this cynical avowal, but because just then there shot around the corner from the Avenue Montaigne a large red automobile which crossed the Champs Elysées slowly, past the fountain and the tulip beds, and, turning into the Avenue Gabrielle, stopped under the chestnut trees, its engines throbbing.
That the Whispers were supernatural Gabrielle had all along refused to believe. The question was, to what use that secret chamber was put? At last, more puzzled than ever, the pair, having extinguished the candles, emerged again into the light of day, closing and latching the little door after them.
Her thankfulness, at the end of so much strain, almost bowled her over. "You make me feel more settled about him already," she said. "I'm almost certain that he will be happy here. I feel that I'm so lucky to have heard of you. You and your wife," she added, for all the time that she had been speaking, she had been conscious of the silent interest of Gabrielle.
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