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If she persisted, she might find it coming to pass that there would be conditions, and the formal rupture the rupture that the world would hear of and pry into would then proceed from the prince and not from her." "That 's all nonsense!" said Madame Grandoni, energetically.
Singleton was listening to Madame Grandoni, and Rowland took his place on the sofa, near Miss Blanchard. They had a good deal of familiar, desultory talk. Every now and then Madame Grandoni looked round at them.
I have imagined she wishes me well, as they say here though she has never distinguished me in such a way as that!" Madame Grandoni had foretold the truth; Mrs. Light, a couple of weeks later, convoked all Roman society to a brilliant ball. Rowland went late, and found the staircase so encumbered with flower-pots and servants that he was a long time making his way into the presence of the hostess.
If the prince is secured, so much the better; if he is not, she need never confess to herself that even a prince has slighted her." "Your report is as solid," Rowland said to Madame Grandoni, thanking her, "as if it had been prepared for the Academy of Sciences;" and he congratulated himself on having listened to it when, a couple of days later, Mrs.
People played and sang for Madame Grandoni, on easy terms, who, elsewhere, were not to be heard for the asking. She was herself a superior musician, and singers found it a privilege to perform to her accompaniment. Rowland talked to various persons, but for the first time in his life his attention visibly wandered; he could not keep his eyes off Mary Garland.
Her mistress was present, she said, and begged to confer with him before he departed. This summons obliged Rowland to separate from Singleton, to whom he bade farewell. He followed the messenger, and presently found Madame Grandoni occupying a liberal area on the steps of the tribune, behind the great altar, where, spreading a shawl on the polished red marble, she had comfortably seated herself.
Madame Grandoni had insisted on the fact that Christina was an actress, though a sincere one; and this little speech seemed a glimpse of the cloven foot. She had played her great scene, she had made her point, and now she had her eye at the hole in the curtain and she was watching the house! But she blushed as she perceived his smile, and her blush, which was beautiful, made her fault venial.
She knew she was to be here." "How so?" "By Roderick, evidently." "And why did she wish to see Miss Garland?" "Heaven knows! I give it up!" "Ah, the wicked girl!" murmured Madame Grandoni. "No," said Rowland; "don't say that now. She 's too beautiful." "Oh, you men! The best of you!" "Well, then," cried Rowland, "she 's too good!"
The man she 's engaged to does n't care a straw for her. Leave me alone and I 'll tell her what I think of you." As to Christina Light's marriage, Madame Grandoni could make no definite statement.
Light, meanwhile, had fairly established herself in Roman society. "Heaven knows how!" Madame Grandoni said to Rowland, who had mentioned to her several evidences of the lady's prosperity. "In such a case there is nothing like audacity. A month ago she knew no one but her washerwoman, and now I am told that the cards of Roman princesses are to be seen on her table.
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