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And the note was not even signed! Well, it appeared she had nothing further to fear from him; she could breathe much relieved. And now for her day of quiet rest. But when she had had her lonely lunch and her letters to her uncle and Mirko were written, she found herself drumming aimlessly on the window panes, and wondering if she would go out. She had no friends in Paris whom she wanted to see.
She knew that that would mean not only the necessary, instantaneous move to a better lodging, but an expensive dinner at the nearest restaurant as well, and certainly bonbons and small presents for Mirko, and new clothes; twice as much would be spent, if credit could be obtained; and then there would be the worry of the bills and the anxiety.
A small detachment on the road had not been warned, and fired. Otherwise nothing occurred. Yes, Vuko is Mayor! All your old friends remain, Yanko Vukotitch, and all! Only the King and suite left. Mirko, as you know, remains." Here he burst out laughing. "He is tuberculous, you know, and will go to Vienna to consult a doctor!
He rose from his chair with a quiet smile as she entered the room. So she had come! He had not relied upon his knowledge of a woman's temperament in vain. She was very pale. The extra whiteness showed even on her gardenia skin, and her great eyes gleamed sullenly from beneath her lowering brows of ink. "If the terms are for the certain happiness of Mirko I consent," she said.
Tristram, who was already down the steps by the concierge's desk, turned and saw her open it, with a look of intense strain. He saw that as she read her eyes widened and stared out in front of them for a moment, and that her face grew pale. For Mimo had wired, "Mirko not quite so well."
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.
But the ballads of Grand Voyvoda Mirko King Nikola of Montenegro's father gloating over slaughter, telling of the piles of severed heads, of the triumph with which they were carried home on stakes and set around the village, and the best reserved as an offering to Nikola himself for the adornment of Cetinje; and the stripping and mutilating of the dead foe, give us a vivid picture of life resembling rather that of Dahomey, than Europe in 1860.
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.
"See, Mirko," she said in a half voice; "our garden will look exactly like this." And the child examined every picture with intense interest. One of a statue of Pan and his pipe, making the center of a star in the Italian parterre, pleased him most. "For see, Chérisette, he, too, is not shaped as other people are," he whispered with delight. "Look! And he plays music, also!
That is how she felt she would like to behave to her future husband. Men and their greed of money, and their revolting passions! and her poor little Mirko ill, perhaps, from his father's carelessness How could she leave him? And if she did not his welfare would be at an end and life an abyss.
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