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My child, your attractions have been too exclusively of the 'West End. You have lived among the English; enter now into my society." Mde. Fée smiled, and Mde. de Rheims taking a look at me continued: "The stock is incomparable out of France. Remember, my child, that your ancestors were grande noblesse," haughtily raising her head.
I stopped on my way to the depot to send a telegram to Mde. de Beaumont, apprising her of the cause of my enforced departure, and entreating her to come home as soon as possible lest Hortense should have another attack of illness. Having discharged this duty, I gave myself up entirely to my own sad thoughts. It was evening when the train reached my destination, a quiet, pleasant, Autumn evening.
De Rheims stood with Mde. Fée, the aunt of Mile. Sylphe, near the musicians, receiving and surveying her subjects, a woman of majestic presence. Nodding dismissal to the fierce moustache, she acknowledged my deep bow with a slight but gracious inclination. "Madame Fée, permit me to introduce Monsieur Chamilly Haviland, a D'Argentenaye of Dormillière, and the last.
Mde. De Rheims now introduced me to two people simultaneously Sir Georges Mondelet, Chief-Justice, and the ruddy lady, Mde. Fauteux of Quebec.
I made a truthful declaration to Nanny and then left it to her to do what she wished with me but I weary you child, with these details," Mde. d'Albert said, hesitating slightly. But Honor, with the flush of excitement on her cheek, begged of her companion to continue.
She advanced towards me with a little folded paper which she held out saying "Mademoiselle, c'est un telegram!" It was probably from Mde de Beaumont, I thought, announcing her return, and quietly signing the necessary paper, I tore open the sealed message and read it. The room began to turn about me.
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