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"She sleeps, monsieur, in the white sands of Ismailia, beside the bitter lake. I trust that madame can now go on with the respectable 'Catherine." And with an ironic reverence to Mrs. Eustace Greyne she placed her hand in Abdallah Jack's and vanished from the room. "Catherine's Repentance," published in a gigantic volume not many weeks ago, was preceded by Mr. Eustace Greyne's.
"It is my wife's express desire that I should do so," he added desperately, quite forgetting Mrs. Greyne's injunction to keep her dark in his desire to stand well with Rook's. The ledger went off into a hyena imitation, and Alphonso, turning still more away from Mr.
Greyne's anxiety on her husband's behalf, now that he was thrown absolutely unattended upon the inhospitable shores of Africa, was not lessened by a fourth circumstance, which, indeed, worried her far more than all the others put together. This was Mr. Greyne's prolonged absence from her side.
This supposition, retained from her earliest years, had affected her appearance and her manner. She was a very neat, very trim, even a very attractive little person, with dark brown, roguish eyes, blue-black hair, a fairy-like figure, and the prettiest hands and feet imaginable. She had first attracted Mrs. Greyne's attention by her devotion to St.
She leaned forward till her eyes were close to Mr. Greyne's then gave a little cry. "Mon Dieu! It is true! You are so altered that I could not recognise. And then what are you doing here, on the wide sea, far from madame?" "I was just about to ask you the very same question!" cried Mr. Greyne. "Alas, monsieur!" said Mademoiselle Verbena in her silvery voice, "I go to see my poor mother."
It will take you very far." "Out of London?" "Oh, yes." "Out of not out of England?" "Yes; it will take you to Algeria." "Good gracious!" cried Mr. Greyne. Mrs. Greyne sighed. "Good gracious!" Mr. Greyne repeated after a short interval. "Am I to go alone?" "Of course you must take Darrell." Darrell was Mr. Greyne's valet. "And what am I to do at Algiers?"
But Mr. Greyne's attitude of mind was very different. As the night drew on, and Mrs. Greyne and he sat by the wood fire in the magnificent drawing-room, to which they always adjourned after dinner, a keen sense of the sorrow of departure swept over them both. "How lonely you will feel without me, Eugenia," said Mr. Greyne. "I have been thinking of that all day."
She burst into a fit of hysterics, the laughing species, which is so much more terrible than the other sort. Mr. Greyne was greatly concerned. He lurched to her, and implored her to be calm; but she only laughed the more, while tears streamed down her cheeks. The vision of Thomas gloating over Mrs. Greyne's diary seemed utterly to unnerve her, and Mr.
British consul horrified; was ignominiously expelled from consulate; great scandal; am much upset, but will never give in, for your sake. Eustace. As the dread meaning of these words penetrated at length to Mrs. Greyne's voluminous brain a deep flush overspread her noble features.
Greyne's Western ideas, and evidently thought that Mademoiselle Verbena ought to be clapped forthwith into a long veil, and put away in a harem behind an iron grille. When Mr. Greyne explained the English point of view Abdallah Jack took refuge in a sulky silence; but during the week immediately preceding the arrival of Mrs. Greyne his temper had become actively bad, and Mr.
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