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Updated: May 7, 2025
But the God that Maman had gone to and loved and told her children of, was not really cruel, and some day perhaps she Zara would come into peace on earth. And Mirko? Mirko would be up there, happy and safe with Maman. The cheap clock showed nearly half-past seven. She could not wait another moment, and also she reasoned if Mimo were sending her a telegram it would be to Park Lane.
And Zara dragged her hand from him, and, with the black panther's glance in her eyes, she turned to the window and stood looking out. Then after a second she said in a strangled voice, "I wish that the marriage shall take place. And now, please go." And without further words he went. On her way to Bournemouth next day, to see Mirko, Zara met Mimo in the British Museum.
The place struck her as piteously poor, after the grandeur from which she had come. Dear, foolish, generous Mimo! She must do something for him and would plan how.
Mimo had not coherently given the address, on the telephone. Thus they passed the day alone with their dead, in anguish; and at last thought came back to Zara. She would go to her uncle, and let him help to settle things; she could count upon him to do that. Francis Markrute, anxious and disturbed by Tristram's message and her absence, met her as she came in and drew her into the library.
With the money she personally would get for her bargain Mimo should, somehow, be made comfortable in some studio in Paris where he could paint those pictures which would not sell, and might see his friends he had still a few who, when his clothes were in a sufficiently good state, welcomed him and his charming, debonair smile.
Countess Shulski was silent for a few moments, while both Mimo and Mirko watched her face anxiously. She had thrown back her veil. "And supposing you do not sell the 'Apache, Mimo? Your own money does not come in until Christmas; mine is all gone until January, and it is the cold winter approaching and cold is not good for Mirko. What then?" Count Sykypri moved uneasily.
It is, I fear, a poor neighborhood." "No worse than Madame Dubois'," Mimo hastened to reassure her, "and London is giving me new ideas." Mirko coughed harshly with a dry sound. Countess Shulski drew him closer to her and held him tight. "You got the address from the Grisoldi? He was a kind little old man, in spite of the garlic," she said.
There was no use scolding Mimo; she knew of old no one was sorrier than he for his mistakes, for which those he loved best always had to suffer.
Then she turned to go, but he arrested her. "In two or three years' time you will admit to me that you know of four human beings who are ideally happy." And with this enigmatic announcement ringing in her ears, she went on up the stairs to her sitting-room. Who were the four people? Herself and himself and Mimo and Mirko?
Take care of your little one now, even if he must come to you soon." And beside this there was another, of Mimo, taken at the same time, when Zara and her mother had gone to the Emperor's palace in that far land. How wonderfully handsome he was then, and even still! and how the air of insouciance suited him, in that splendid white and gold uniform.
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