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Talcott, now, to make some reference to this asset; but none came; and if she expected from him some recognition of it, no expectancy was visible in the old blue eyes fixed on his face. A silence fell between them, and as it grew longer it grew the more consoling. Into their compact of understanding she let him see, he could almost fancy, that the question of Madame von Marwitz was not to enter.
"I am afraid they are broken to bits. See, this is the largest piece of all. They can't be mended. No, Tante, they were not wedding-presents; they belonged to Gregory and we were very fond of them." "Alas!" said Madame von Marwitz above her chocolate, and on a deeper note. Gregory was convinced that she had known they were not wedding-presents.
Madame von Marwitz liked people to care for her and showed a pretty gratitude for pains endured on her behalf; at least she usually did so; but it may well have been that the great woman, at once vaguely aloof and ironically observant, had become a little irked, or bored, or merely amused at hearing so continually, as it were, her good Scrotton panting beside her, tense, determined and watchful of opportunity.
Again averting her eyes, Madame von Marwitz clutched her pen in rigid fingers and sat silent. "It is blackmail! Tyranny!" she ejaculated presently. "All right. Call it any name you like. But my advice to you, Mercedes, is to pull yourself together and see this thing straight for your own sake.
Her voice strove with deep emotion. "Dear, dear Tante," said Karen, also with a faltering voice. Madame von Marwitz achieved an uncertain smile. "Farewell, my dear one. I bless you. My blessing be upon you." Then, on the threshold she paused. "Try to make your husband like me a little, my Karen," she said.
The question of the awakened and the unawakened, of the human attitude to passion, preoccupied him, practically, more than any other. His art dealt mainly in themes of emotion as an end in itself. The possibilities of passion in Madame von Marwitz, as artist and genius, had strongly attracted him. He had genuinely been in love with Madame von Marwitz.
He was very sorry. He knew that as he walked away. Mrs. Forrester remained among her canaries and jonquils, thinking. She was seriously perturbed. She was, as she had said, fond of Gregory, but she was fonder, far, of Mercedes von Marwitz, whom Gregory had caused to suffer and whom he would, evidently, cause to suffer still more.
But as she gazed, as she slowly smiled, he was aware, with a perverse pleasure, that his present seasoned self was completely immune from her magic. He opposed commonplace to enchantment, and in him Madame von Marwitz would find no victim. "I have never seen you here before, I think," she said.
She looked out of the window while her mother and sister murmured, "Why certainly, Baroness; why yes; we perfectly understand," leaning forward in the illuminated carriage like docile conspirators. After this Madame von Marwitz said that she would try to sleep; but, propped in her corner, she complained so piteously of discomfort that Mrs.
"Do you still not see that your husband hates me and has hated me from the beginning?" "Not hate! Not hate!" Karen sobbed. "He does not understand you that is all. Only wait till to-morrow. Only let me talk to him!" "No. He does not understand. That is evident," said Madame von Marwitz with a bitter smile. "Nor will he ever understand.
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