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What tendency could this have but to plunge you into irretrievable ruin?" Charles paused for a minute. "The truth of the matter is, my dear William," continued he, "that there are circumstances in this business which I should be sorry reached Mrs. Germaine's ear, or any of her cursed proud relations; for if once they heard of it, I should have no peace for the rest of my life.
Here was the first dinner party which Mr. and Mrs. Germaine had given since their marriage. Three of Mr. Germaine's friends, all married men, had been invited with their wives to meet Mr. What discoveries had taken place between the giving of the invitation and the giving of the dinner it was impossible to say.
Germaine's female friends, in their coteries, were the first to deplore, with becoming sensibility, that she should be married to a man who had so little the spirit as well as the manners of a man of birth. Their pity became progressively vehement the more they thought of, or at least the more they talked of, the business; till at last one old lady, the declared and intimate friend of Mrs.
She had with her a lovely little girl, just old enough to walk with the help of her mother's hand. She tenderly kissed the child, and then she put it on my lap. 'There is my only comfort, she said, simply; 'and there is the obstacle to my ever becoming Mr. Germaine's wife." Van Brandt's child! Van Brandt's child!
She was disregarded by all her fine acquaintance; she had no friend upon earth to pity her; even her favourite maid gave warning, because she was tired of her mistress's temper, and of receiving no wages. The detail of poor Mrs. Germaine's mortifications and sufferings cannot be interesting.
"Didn't you hear the noise of footsteps in the garden?" said M. Formery. "One can't hear anything that happens in the garden from our bedroom," said the concierge. "Even the night when Mlle. Germaine's great Dane barked from twelve o'clock till seven in the morning, all the household was kept awake except us; but bless you, sir, we slept like tops," said his wife proudly.
He was denied admittance at Mr. Germaine's: the porter, with an air of mystery, said that his master was ill, and did not choose to see any body. William, however, forced his way up stairs. Charles, at the sight of him, stepped back, exclaiming, "May I believe my eyes? William! Is it you?" "Yes, it is William; your old friend William," said Mr. Darford, embracing him affectionately.
Now and then came cheery ripples of laughter from our little pavilion, where Germaine and Alice de Bréville were arranging a mass of scarlet nasturtiums, twining their green leaves and tendrils amongst the plates of hors d'oeuvres and among the dust-caked bottles of Chablis and Burgundy Alice, whose dark hair and olive skin are in strong contrast to Germaine's saucy beauty.
The next morning my wife and I opened the portfolio, and read the strange story of George Germaine's marriage. The Narrative. LOOK back, my memory, through the dim labyrinth of the past, through the mingling joys and sorrows of twenty years. Rise again, my boyhood's days, by the winding green shores of the little lake.
As the interests of the children were so deeply concerned in the question, it was quickly discovered who ruled in the house with the strongest hand. Mr. Germaine's influence over his son diminished, as soon as the boy was clearly convinced that his sister, by adhering to her mamma, enjoyed a larger share of the good things.
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