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"Cousin Adrian," she said, "my sister Madeleine has many things to say to you in thanks for your care of my valuable person, but just now she is too bashful to be able to utter one quarter of them."
The toilet of the countess for the dinner was completed, but she kept Madeleine by her side until they descended to the drawing-room. Madeleine had not yet welcomed Maurice, who had retired to his chamber to dress before she was aware of his arrival. When she entered the salon with the countess, he was sitting beside Bertha, but sprang up, and, advancing joyfully, exclaimed, "Ah! at last!
"Certain members of the committee will, I am aware, vote for the left road. I wish to secure the vote of Mr. Rutledge." "Mr. Rutledge!" exclaimed Lord Linden. "I know him well." "He is the warm admirer of Lady Augusta Linden," observed Madeleine. "It is even reported that he aspires to her hand."
He was painfully aware of the unmistakable character of that epistle. "Count Damoreau announces to me," continued Madeleine, undisturbed, "that he is unable to comply with your request, and extend an invitation for me to join his family circle; and that my other relatives have also declined to accede to a solicitation of yours that they should by turns receive me as an inmate.
She won't have anything to do with Heinz." "I don't wonder at it," said Maurice. He stood up and threw the magazine on the table. Madeleine displayed more astonishment than she felt. "Why what's the matter? You're surely not going to take what Heinz said, seriously? He was in a bad mood to-day, I know, and I noticed you were very short with him.
In an instant he was sobered, and now he seemed to fall, without transition, into a mood of dejection. Taking out his penknife, he set to paring his nails, in a precise and preoccupied manner. Madeleine turned to Maurice. "You'll wonder what all this is about," she said apologetically. "But Heinz is never happier than when he has succeeded in imposing on some one as he evidently did on you."
But, for all that, you had better take my advice, and give up Madeleine." "Never; I swear by Heaven!" exclaimed Clameran. "Rich or poor, she shall be mine! I first wanted her money, but now I want her; I love her for herself, Raoul!" Raoul seemed to be amazed at this declaration of his uncle. He raised his hands, and started back with astonishment.
Bursting into fresh tears, Madeleine this time hid her face in her hands, and Tom, wanting much to comfort, miserably ignorant of how to do it, and consciously awkward and restrained in the presence of witnesses, stood by her side, his hand on her shoulder, and at sight of him I reached swift decision. "I'm glad you told her. You've been open and square and asked her consent.
The next day the same lovely weather continued, and the sea lay as smooth as oil in the bright sunshine. An English lobster-cutter was in the offing, with sails flapping against the mast, and the slack in the taut rigging could be seen as the craft heaved lazily to and fro on the gentle swell. Madeleine sat by the window; she did not care to go out.
At this moment Lady Madeleine Trevor, leaning on the arm of the same gentleman, passed, and the Baron bowed. The bow was coldly returned. "You know her Ladyship, then! well!" "I did know her," said the Baron; "but I see from her bow that I am at present in no very high favour.
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