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"I tell you, I don't want any dinner, Aunt Enid," she declared petulantly. Miss Enid drew her down on the bed beside her and regarded her with pensive persuasion. "I know, Nelchen; I often feel like that. But you must come down and make a pretense of eating. It upsets your grandmother to have any one of us absent from meals." "Everything I do upsets her!" cried Eleanor with tragic insistence.
Accordingly, being now at leisure, Nelchen now came toward Monsieur Quillan, lifting her lips to his precisely as a child might have done. "Not quite the King, my Louis. None the less I am sure that Monseigneur is an illustrious person. He arrived not two hours ago " She told how Monseigneur had come in a coach, very splendid; even his lackeys were resplendent.
In fine, the Prince de Gatinais became so jovial that Nelchen was quite at ease, and Louis de Soyecourt became vaguely alarmed. He knew his father, and for the Prince to yield thus facilely was incredible. Still, his father had seen Nelchen, had talked with Nelchen.... Now the Prince rose. "Fresh glasses, Vanringham," he ordered; and then: "I give you a toast.
Still, this Nelchen was a practical body, prone to laughter, as in nature, any person would be whose mouth was all rotund and tiny scarlet curves. Why, it was, to a dimple, the mouth which Francois Boucher bestowed on his sleek goddesses!
"You will find more plates in the cupboard, Monsieur Vanringham," remarked Nelchen, as she obediently tripped up the stairway, toward her room in the right wing. "And the knives and forks are in the second drawer." So Vanringham laid two covers in discreet silence; then bowed and withdrew by the side door that led to the kitchen.
Yes, let us recognize the fact that we are de Soyecourts, you and I." "Heh, in that event," said the Marquis, "we must both fall upon our knees forthwith. For look, my father!" Nelchen Thorn was midway in her descent of the stairs. She wore her simple best. All white it was, and yet the plump shoulders it displayed were not put to shame.
Then Louis de Soyecourt shook his head. In England's interest, as he now knew, Ormskirk had played upon de Soyecourt's ignorance and his love of pleasure, as an adept plays upon the strings of a violin; but de Soyecourt had his reason, a gigantic reason, for harboring no grudge against the Englishman. "Frankly, my father, I would not give up Nelchen though all Europe depended upon it.
Why, he would have been like Ovid among the Goths, my Nelchen!" "But he could have worn such splendid uniforms!" said Nelchen. "And diamonds!" "You mercenary wretch!" said he. Louis Quillan then did what seemed advisable; and presently he added, "In any event, the horrified man ran away." "That was silly of him," said Nelchen Thorn. "But where did he run to?" Louis Quillan considered.
Nelchen paused, quite out of breath after this ambitious career in the imaginative. "To see the King, indeed!" scoffed little Louis Quillan. "Why, we would see only a very disreputable pockmarked wornout lecher if we did." "Still," she pointed out, "I would like to see a king. Simply because I never have done so before, you conceive." "At times, my Nelchen, you are effeminate.
At moments, perhaps, the Grand Duke recollected the Louis Quillan who had spent three months in Manneville, but only, I think, as one recalls some pleasurable acquaintance; Quillan had little resembled the Marquis de Soyecourt, rake, tippler and exquisite of Versailles, and in the Grand Duke you would have found even less of Nelchen Thorn's betrothed.
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