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Updated: June 28, 2025
"But you mean to be with Julie's money?" "Oh ah yes; and you ought to know, Madam Gordeloup, that I am now the heir to the family estate and title." "Yes; the poor little baby is dead, in spite of the pills and the powders, the daisies and the buttercups! Poor little baby! I had a baby of my own once, and that died also."
But Lady Ongar, though she was not as yet more than half as old as Madame Gordeloup, knew what she was about almost as well as that lady knew what Sophie Gordeloup was doing.
"My sister's brother-in-law, Captain Clavering," said Lady Ongar. "Madam Gordeloup." Captain Clavering bowed again. "Ah, Sir Oo's brother," said Madam Gordeloup. "I am very glad to see Captain Clavering; and is your sister come?" "No; my sister is not come." "Lady Clavering is not in town this Spring," said the captain. "Ah, not in town! Then I do pity her.
And once or twice she was useful to me. A woman, Harry, wants to have a woman near her sometimes even though it be such an unwholesome creature as Sophie Gordeloup. You must not think too badly of me on her account." "I will not; I will not think badly of you at all." "He is better, is he not? I know little of him or nothing, but he has a more reputable outside than she has. Indeed I liked him.
Thinking much of all this, Julie at last wrote to her Sophie as follows: Lady Ongar presents her compliments to Madam Gordeloup, and must decline to see Madam Gordeloup again after what has passed. Lady Ongar is very sorry to hear that Madam Gordeloup is in want of funds.
No people could be more unlike to each other than this brother and his sister. No human being could have taken Madame Gordeloup for an English-woman, though it might be difficult to judge, either from her language or her appearance, of the nationality to which she belonged. She spoke English with great fluency, but every word uttered declared her not to be English.
Such brightness on the seashore she had never seen before, nor had she ever listened as now she listened to that infantine babble of the baby waves, She sat there close upon the margin, on a seat of chalk which the winds had made, looking, listening, and forgetting for a while that she was Lady Ongar whom people did not know, who lived alone in the world with Sophie Gordeloup for her friend and whose lover was betrothed to another woman.
"But I don't care how he died, Madam Gordeloup. It is nothing to me." "But yes, Sir 'Oo. The lady, your wife, is the sister to Lady Ongar. Is not that so? Lady Ongar did live with you before she was married. Is not that so? Your brother and your cousin both wishes to marry her and have all the money. Is not that so?
Your brother and your cousin, and the little man out of Warwickshire, all coming to my house, just as it please them." "But what is this to me?" shouted Sir Hugh. "A great deal to you," screamed back Madam Gordeloup. "You see I know every thing every thing. I have got papers." "What do I care for your papers? Look here Madam Gordeloup, you had better go away." "Not yet, Sir 'Oo, not yet.
Lady Ongar had thought of this on her journey across the water, and, when at the railway-station, gave her purse to her maid, whispering her orders. The girl took three first-class tickets, and then going gently up to Madam Gordeloup, offered one to that lady. "Ah, yes; very well; I understand," said Sophie, taking the ticket.
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