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By the way, Claude, did you take Madre's cablegram with you when you went to answer your call?" "Yes." "I thought you had, because I couldn't find it. Well Mr. Whistler came to lunch with us, Alston. And he talked about nothing but oysters." "Was he painting them at the time? A nocturne of natives?" "How absurd you are! But he knew everything that could be known about Blue Points "
Claude fixed his mind on the thought of Madre, in a white dress, sitting alone in the well-known quiet room, thinking of him in that moment he was an egoist wishing him the best. He could almost see Madre's face rise up before him, as it must have looked when she wrote that cablegram, a face kind, intense, with fire, sorrow, and love in the burning eyes.
When we reached Madre Moreno's house, she came out and invited me to supper; there was a smile, a disagreeable, malicious smile on her face as she spoke, and not caring to alloy the pleasure of my afternoon with Ysidria by enduring the Madre's company, I refused, and walked over to my house.
And she felt as if she had perhaps been deliberately baffled not, of course, by Vere, of whose attitude she was not, and never had been, doubtful, but by Emile. When they got up from the table Vere said: "I'm going to take the siesta." "You look remarkably wide awake, Vere," Artois said, smiling. "But I'm going to, because I've had you all to myself the whole morning. Now it's Madre's turn.
"Just think of Don Emilio's being back already, Gaspare. But Madre! She will be sorry." "Signorina?" "Why? What's the matter?" "Are you coming out like that?" "What? Oh, you mean my hair?" "Si, Signorina." "Gaspare, you ought to have been a lady's maid! Go and bring in Don Emilio to Madre's room. And wait you're not to tell him Madre is away. Now mind!" "Va bene, Signorina." He went away.
He moved away, turned, came back and stood once more beneath the window. Ought he to go up to Hermione's door, to knock, to speak, to insist on admittance? And if there was no reply? what ought he to do then? Break down the door? He went into the house. Vere was sitting in the drawing-room looking at the door. She sprang up. "Is there a light in Madre's room?" "No."
The Madre kept on with her knitting, and told them there were only her two sons in the house, and mothers never gave up their sons to any one. "'Ha! laughed one of the soldiers, mothers must give up their children to King Death, and it is He who wants your bad boys. Upon which, the Madre arose and cursed them. Curses are common with us, Signorina, but not La Madre's curses.
"And such a thing could it bring death?" "Vere! You can ask me!" He spoke with an attempt at smiling irony, but his eyes held something of the awe, the cloudy apprehension that had gathered in hers. "Where is your mind?" he added. She answered: "Are you going to Madre's room, Monsieur Emile?" He put the death-charm down quickly, as if it had burned his hand. "I am going now. Gaspare!"
We want it, you and I, to-night!" He turned away from her, went to the sofa, sat down on it, put his hand to the breast-pocket of his coat, and drew out two papers Madre's cablegram and the letter which had come while they were at supper. "Come here, Charmian!" he said, more quietly. She came to him, hesitated, met his eyes again, and sat down in the other corner of the sofa beside him.
"What's that?" she said. "Madre's cablegram," said Claude. "I found I had brought it with me, so I laid it down there. If Madre had come with us she might have occupied that seat. I thought I would let her wish lie there with Alston's roses." Their eyes met in the shadow of the box. On coming into it Claude had turned out the electric burner.
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