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I have heard her first husband was a brute. I can't think who told me but it came from some one at one of the Embassies." "We don't know much about her, any of us," Lady Ethelrida said, "but Aunt Jane asked us all in the beginning to trust Tristram's judgment: he is awfully proud, you know. And besides, her uncle, Mr. Markrute, is so nice. But, Anne " and Lady Ethelrida paused. "Well, what, dear?
She had taken the precaution to make herself quite ready to start short skirt, soft felt hat, thick boots and all. Would he? But as half-past ten chimed from the Dresden clock on the mantelpiece, there was a gentle tap at the door, and Francis Markrute came in. He knew in an instant, experienced fowler that he was, that his bird was fluttered with expectancy, and it gave him an exquisite thrill.
Francis Markrute, who knew his moments, began now to talk about her, casually; how she was an interesting, mysterious character; beautiful? well, no, not exactly that a superlative skin, fine eyes and hair, but no special features. "I will not admit that she is beautiful, my friend," he said. "Beauty suggests gentleness and tenderness.
I will play my part for the visits of ceremony to his family, which I suppose must take place even here but beyond that, after to-day, I will not see him alone nor have any communication with him. Is it understood?" Francis Markrute looked at her with growing admiration. She was gorgeously attractive in this mood. He obtained endless pleasure out of life by his habit of abstract observation.
He had no perceptible accent only a deliberate way of speaking. But Markrute! such a name might have come from anywhere. No one knew anything about him, except that he was fabulously rich and had descended upon London some ten years previously from Paris, or Berlin, or Vienna, and had immediately become a power in the city, and within a year or so, had grown to be omnipotent in certain circles.
It will be rather a family sort of collection, and not so amusing this year, I am afraid. Em and Mary, Tristram and his new bride, and Mr. Markrute, the uncle and the rest as I told you." "Why, my dear child, it sounds delightful! I shall long to meet the new Lady Tancred! Tristram and I are such dear friends, poor darling boy! I must write and tell him how delighted I am with the news.
But here he pulled himself together and wrote to his mother a note, short and to the point, which she received by the first post next morning at her small, house in Queen Street, Mayfair; and then he went to bed. The note ran: "My Dear Mother: "I am going to be married at last. "She is also the niece of Francis Markrute whom you have such an objection to or had, last season.
"Kate, Laura Highford is an odious cat, and I don't believe a word about Mr. Markrute and the getting Lord Tancred into his power. That is only to make a salve for herself. The Duke would never have Mr. Markrute here if there was anything fishy about him. Why, ducky, you know it is the only house left in England, almost, where they have only US!"
The financier had his back turned, and so he permitted the flicker of a smile to come over his mouth as he answered: "It might be; but we have dismissed the subject of the niece." And so they parted. At the sound of the closing of the door Mr. Markrute pressed the button of a wonderful trifle of Russian enamel and emeralds, which lay on his writing table, and a quiet servant entered the room.
Markrute," she said. "To-morrow I will show you a number of my favorite haunts. It seems sad, does it not, as so many people assert, that the times are trending to take all these dear, old things away from us, and divide them up?" "It will be a very bad day for England when that time comes," the financier said.
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