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"My interview with the Comtesse Hermenstein was a private one" he said, "And if a spy was present, he must prove himself a spy. And we of the Church do not accept a spy's testimony!" White with indignation Aubrey sprang forward, but Cyrillon Vergniaud restrained him. "Patience!" he said in a low tone "Let him have his way for the moment it will then be my turn!"
Sylvie Hermenstein possesses a potent charm which few men can resist, and I should not wonder if you yourself had been occasionally conscious of it. She is one of those concerning whom other women say 'they can see nothing in her'. Ah!" and Moretti smiled darkly, "What a compliment that is from the majority of women to one! This woman Sylvie is unique. Where is her beauty?
We shall receive the husband of our daughter Sylvie Hermenstein, with such joy as the prodigal son was in old time received and of his past mistakes and follies there shall be neither word nor memory!" Then Sylvie looked up and fixed her deep blue eyes steadily upon him. "Caro Monsignor!" she said very sweetly. "Why talk all this nonsense to me?
"You must not call her 'Sylvie'," she answered at last, "She does not like such familiarity even from you!" "No? Did she tell you so?" and Florian laughed, "What a confiding little darling you are, Angela! I assure you, Sylvie Hermenstein is not so very particular but there! I will not say a word against any friend of yours! But do you not see she is already trying to make a fool of Aubrey Leigh?"
"A la bonheur! then I have you!" And the Princesse rose, a dazzling smile irradiating her features, "You have thrown open your heart! You have begun to reform! You love Sylvie Hermenstein yes! you positively LOVE her!" "Princesse " began the Marquis, "I assure you " "Assure me nothing!" and she looked him straight in the eyes, "I know all about it!
He was leaning carelessly against the wine counter, a half-emptied "fiaschetto" in front of him, and a full glass of wine in his hand. "The Monsignori would be all desolate bachelors!" he went on, lazily, "And the greatest rascal in the Vatican, Domenico Gherardi, would no longer be the fortunate possessor of the wealth, the influence, and the dear embraces of the fascinating Hermenstein!"
She was very simple very foolish indeed; she never imagined it could be possible for a man to carry on five or six love-affairs at once, and never be found out. Yet this was the kind of life her "ideal" found the most suitable to his habit and temperament, and he had made a mental note of Sylvie Hermenstein as one whom he proposed to add to his little list of conquests.
"Why must you be going?" asked Varillo cheerily, "Why not stay and dine with my future father-in-law, and Angela, and the eminent Cardinal? We shall all be charmed!" "Thanks, no! I have letters to write to England . . ." "Good-bye!" said the Comtesse Hermenstein at this juncture, "I am going to drive the Princesse D'Agramont round the Pincio, will you join us, Mr. Leigh?
The Comtesse Hermenstein is a devout daughter of the Roman Church Madame la Princesse is against all Churches and you, Mr. Leigh, are making your own Church!" Aubrey did not reply. It was not the time or place to discuss either his principles or his work, moreover he was strangely troubled by hearing Sylvie described as "a devout daughter of the Roman Church."
Florian was irritated, and made no secret of his irritation to his fair betrothed, with whom he sat a little apart from the others in the room. "Do you want a love affair between Sylvie Hermenstein and that fellow Leigh?" he enquired, "If so, it is probable that your desire will be gratified!" Angela raised her delicate eyebrows in a little surprise.
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