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Updated: June 7, 2025
The telegram had been: "Very slightly feverish again," and signed "Mimo." "Now I remember where I have seen your wife before," said Laura. And Tristram said absently, "Where?" "In the waiting-room at Waterloo station and yet no, it could not have been she, because she was quite ordinarily dressed, and she was talking very interestedly to a foreign man."
But Zara was not concerned with such things at all for the moment. She was waiting anxiously for Mimo at their trysting-place, the mausoleum of Halicarnassus in the British Museum, and he was late. He would have the last news of Mirko. No reply had awaited her to her telegram to Mrs. Morley from Paris, and it had been too late to wire again last night. And Mrs.
But she would not submit to it! She would find some way out. As yet she had not even noticed Tristram's charm, that something which drew all other women to him but had not yet appealed to her. She saw on the rare occasions in which she had looked at him that he was very handsome but so had been Ladislaus, and so was Mimo; and all men were selfish or brutes.
He feared he must have got thoroughly soaked, and he had had nothing since but one postcard, which said that Mirko had been in bed, though he was now much better and longing longing to see his Chérisette! "Oh, Mimo! how could you let him sit on the grass!" Zara exclaimed reproachfully, when he got thus far. "And why was I not told? It may have made him seriously ill. Oh, the poor angel!
For all her personal downfall, Elinka, Markrute's sister, and an emperor's daughter, remained an absolute grande dame never mixing or mingling with any people but her own belongings. But now that she was dead, poor Mimo had sometimes gone for company into a class other than his own. As yet Zara's thoughts had not turned upon her new existence which was to be.
"Follow that taxi!" he said to the driver, "that green one in front of you I will give you a sovereign if you never lose sight of it." So the chase began! He must see where she would go! "Mimo!" the "Count Sykypri" she had telegraphed to and she had the effrontery to talk to her lover, in her uncle's house!
So poor Mimo was comforted, and they parted after a while, all arrangements having been made that the telegrams should any more come were to go first, addressed to her at Neville Street, so that the poor father should see them and then send them on.
Morley must have got the telegram, because Mimo had got his. Some day, she hoped when she could grow perhaps more friendly with her husband she would get her uncle to let her tell him about Mirko. It would make everything so much more simple as regards seeing him, and why, since the paper was all signed and nothing could be altered, should there be any mystery now?
He seemed perfectly well then, only at the end, as she would see, he had said he was dreaming of Maman every night; and Mimo knew that this must mean he was a little feverish again, so he had felt it wiser to telegraph. Mirko had written out the score of the air which Maman always came and taught him, and he was longing to play it to his dear Papa and his Chérisette, the letter ended with.
So she felt reassured for the moment, and was preparing to go when she remembered that one of the things she had come for was to give Mimo some money in notes which she had prepared for him; but, knowing the poor gentleman's character, she was going to do it delicately by buying the "Apache!"
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