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On this occasion he made himself very happy in Onslow Crescent, playing with the children, chatting with his friend, and enduring, with a good grace, Theodore Burton's sarcasm, when that ever-studious gentleman told him that he was only fit to go about tied to a woman's apron-string. Madame Gordeloup
Then, after that, had come the tragedy of her life, the terrible days in thinking of which she still shuddered, the days of her husband and Sophie Gordeloup that terrible death-bed, those attacks upon her honor, misery upon misery, as to which she never now spoke a word to any one, and as to which she was resolved she never would speak again.
Then he added that, as far as his memory served him, he had not the honor of knowing the lady who was addressing him. "You come in to your little dinner," said Sophie, "and I will tell you everything as you are eating. Don't mind me. You shall eat and drink, and I will talk. I am Madam Gordeloup Sophie Gordeloup. Ah! you know the name now. Yes. That is me. Count Pateroff is my brother.
Then he went, leaving the two women together, and walked home to Bloomsbury Square not with the heart of a joyous, thriving lover. The Day of the Funeral Harry Clavering, when he had walked away from Bolton Street after the scene in which he had been interrupted by Sophie Gordeloup, was not in a happy frame of mind, nor did he make his journey down to Clavering with much comfort to himself.
"What have you got there?" said Madam Gordeloup, looking at him with all her eyes. Captain Clavering instantly discontinued the work with his finger, and became terribly confused.
He certainly had heard of Madam Gordeloup, though he had never before seen her. For years past her name had been familiar to him in London, and when Lady Ongar had returned as a widow it had been, to his thinking, one of her worst offences that this woman had been her friend.
"That little Frenchwoman the sister of the man Sophie she calls her. Sophie Gordeloup is her name. They are bosom friends." "The sister of that count?" "Yes; his sister. Such a woman for talking! She said ever so much about your keeping Hermione down in the country." "The devil she did. What business was that of hers? That is Julia's doing." "Well; no, I don't think so.
"It is all that," said the Franco-Pole, energetically; "every franc of it, beside the house! I know it. She told me herself. Yes. What woman would risk that, you know; and his life, you may say, as good as gone? Of course they were lies." "I don't think you understand her, Madame Gordeloup." "Oh, yes; I know her, so well. And love her oh, Mr. Clavering, I love her so dearly! Is she not charming?
"Well!" she said; and there was something almost of crossness in her tone. Her time, no doubt, was valuable. The French ambassador might even now be coming. "Well?" "I think, Madam Gordeloup, you know my brother's sister-in-law, Lady Ongar?" "What, Julie? Of course I know Julie. Julie and I are dear friends." "So I supposed. That is the reason why I have come to you." "Well well well?"
Whatever assistance Lady Ongar might have been willing to afford, she now feels that she is prohibited from giving any by the allusion which Madam Gordeloup has made to legal advice. If Madam Gordeloup has legal demands on Lady Ongar which are said by a lawyer to be valid, Lady Ongar would strongly recommend Madam Gordeloup to enforce them. Clavering Park, October, 186 .
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