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And now, monsieur" this with a wondrous strained grimace which he was too troubled at the moment to appreciate, but which he remembered later with a kind of awe "we count on you!" "Her husband said this to her face to face, as you say it to me now?" he asked after a silence. "Word for word and with the most perfect politeness." "And Madame de Mauves what did she say?" Madame Clairin smiled again.
I might risk transition dresses. Do you know what I mean by that, Hermance transition dresses?" "Perfectly, madame pearl grays, mauves, violets, lilacs." "Yes, that's it, Hermance; light but quiet colors. You are an invaluable maid. You understand me perfectly." The little baroness started for Versailles with a collection of transition dresses. There must have been twenty.
Her intimacy with this chosen schoolmate was founded on the perception all her own that their differences were just the right ones. Mademoiselle de Mauves was very positive, very shrewd, very ironical, very French everything that Euphemia felt herself unpardonable for not being.
"Of course," she said after the first greetings, "you're dying for news of Madame de Mauves. Prepare yourself for something strange. I heard from her two or three times during the year after your seeing her. She left Saint-Germain and went to live in the country on some old property of her husband's.
The effect of restful spaciousness may be obtained by taking the same small suite and treating its walls, floors and draperies, as has been suggested, in the same colour scheme or a scheme of related keys in colour. That is, wood browns, beiges and yellows; violets, mauves and pinks; different tones of greys; different tones of yellows, greens and blues.
Illusion of course is illusion, and one must always pay for it; but there's something truly tragical in seeing an earthly penalty levied on such divine folly as this. As for M. de Mauves he's a shallow Frenchman to his fingers' ends, and I confess I should dislike him for this if he were a much better man.
I won't say a word about mauves and faint ambers and umbras, but I do want to give that country a good word, as it looked that morning to me. It was great. There are plenty of places can put it all over that Osage country for straight scenery, but I never saw such a contented-looking place as that big prairie-land was that morning.
"I wonder if you'd understand me," he said at last, "if I were to tell you that I have for Madame de Mauves the most devoted and most respectful friendship?" "You underrate my intelligence. But in that case you ought to exert your influence to put an end to these painful domestic scenes." "Do you imagine she talks to me about her domestic scenes?" Longmore cried. His companion stared.
Longmore distinguished in the fading light a stoutish gentleman, on the fair side of forty, in a high grey hat, whose countenance, obscure as yet against the quarter from which it came, mainly presented to view the large outward twist of its moustache. M. de Mauves saluted his wife with punctilious gallantry and, having bowed to Longmore, asked her several questions in French.
Madame Clairin's revelations, as he might have regarded them, had not made the Count especially present to his mind; he had had another call to meet than the call of disgust. But now, as M. de Mauves came toward him he felt abhorrence well up.
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