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Tommy is only a kid after all, and doesn't hear By the way, why does he never come here?" She hesitated. "Do you really not know?" Then, seeing sincerity in his eyes, she went on. "Well Joyselle made me promise mother that." "Made you!" "Yes. He you see he is old-fashioned. And well, in two words he said that unless I promised he he would not teach Tommy or even see him!" Carron whistled.
Long declared, was now over, and within a week the invalid was to be moved to Margate. In a few hours Joyselle was returning to town, and he was glad, for the strains, more than one, to which his stay had subjected him, were telling on his nerves.
For the first time in her life she was utterly at a loss. What should she do? She was still standing where he had left her when Madame Joyselle came in, perfectly serene, and closed the door. "What is the matter?" she asked calmly, sitting down and folding her hands. "I M. Joyselle hurt one of my friends he was rude. And then " "C'est ça. And then you were rude.
Shall I tell Théo, and make him tell? Or shall I be brave as Pam would and tell him myself!" Then, realising her absurdity in forgetting that after all it was more Théo's affair than his father's, she laughed aloud. It was easy to laugh, for whatever happened she would see Victor Joyselle that evening, and beyond that she could not, would not, look.
She could not answer, and he took her distress for girlish confusion, and, manlike, rejoiced in it. After dinner Joyselle came straight to her. "May I talk to you about Tommy?" he began, "I love Tommy very much." "He adores you." "Yes. Let us go into the library, Most Beautiful, where we can talk quietly." Before she could protest he had turned to her mother and announced his intention.
It was all like a dream, these warm-hearted, simple-minded people, the father and mother so ready to love her for the son's sake, the mental atmosphere so different from that to which she was accustomed. She felt younger and, somehow, better than ever before. And Théo would be very helpful to Tommy, and Tommy's joy, in hearing Joyselle play, something very beautiful.
"Listen to Jacques tell about how he converted a retrograde priest back to holiness by his great eloquence," laughed Antoine Joyselle, who was an old and soured edition of his famous brother. "Gascon!"
She had once been called a stormy petrel, and now as, racked with the agony of her resolve, she sat through the interminable dinner, she recalled the name, and smiled bitterly to herself. Yes, she was a stormy petrel, and she had no right to ruin Victor Joyselle and his family. She would break her engagement and go to Italy for the winter. The Lenskys were going, and she would go with them.
A race with the demons," he said in a curious, hurried voice. "I do it, too. Everyone does, it seems. I just met Joyselle tearing out Chelseaward the father, I mean." She looked up at him, her face clearing. "Ah!" "Yes. I like him. He is a great artist and a whole man. No disrespect to your young man, my dear," he added, with a dismal attempt of his old jaunty manner.
He stammered piteously, and did not look at her, but stood holding the lapels of his coat as if he was trying to tear them off. Then, without another word, he was gone, out into the storm. Brigit was not at all surprised when, early the next morning, a note from Joyselle was brought to her.
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