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'By Jove! he said afterwards to Wharncliffe as they walked away from the door together, 'she was inimitable to-night; she has more rôles than Desforêts! Sir John and his hostess were very old friends. Upstairs smoking began, Lady Aubrey and Madame de Netteville joining in.
Petersburg, so that ultimately as a consequence the girl dies, comes to ask them to clap her touching impersonations of injured virtue. 'What has one to do with an actress's private life, my dear Lord Rupert? asked Madame de Netteville, her voice slipping with a smooth clearness into the conversation, her eyes darting light from under straight black brows.
When the Elsmeres entered, there were about a dozen people present ten gentleman and two ladies. One of the ladies, Madame de Netteville, was lying back in the corner of a velvet divan placed against the wall, a screen between her and a splendid fire that threw its blaze out into the room.
On the last occasion she found herself late in the evening hemmed in behind Madame de Netteville and a distinguished African explorer, who was the lion of the evening. Eugénie de Netteville had forgotten her silent neighbour, and presently, with some biting little phrase or other, she asked the great man his opinion on a burning topic of the day, the results of Church Missions in Africa.
Suddenly, as they were in the middle of a skirmish as to the reality of influence, Madame de Netteville paradoxically maintaining that no human being had ever really converted, transformed or convinced another the voice of young Wishart, shrill and tremulous, rose above the general level of talk. 'I am quite ready; I am not the least afraid of a definition.
Petersburg, so that ultimately as a consequence the girl dies comes to ask them to clap her touching impersonations of injured virtue. 'What has one to do with an actress' private life, my dear Lord Rupert? asked Madame de Netteville, her voice slipping with a smooth clearness into the conversation, her eyes darting light from under straight black brows.
The hard self-confidence of these people did it belong to the same world as that humbling, that heavenly self-abandonment which had shone on him that afternoon from Charles Richards's begrimed and blood-stained face? 'Blessed are the poor in spirit, he said to himself once with an inward groan. 'Why am I here? Why am I not at home with Catherine? But Madame de Netteville was pleasant to him.
Elsmere resisted for a time; then, lured one evening toward this end of February by the prospect conveyed in a note from Madame de Netteville, wherein Catherine was mentioned in the most scrupulously civil terms, of meeting one of the most eminent of French critics, he went, and thenceforward went often.
Catherine had been dropped out of his calculation as to Elsmere's future, at a very early stage. The following afternoon Robert, coming home from a round, found Catherine out, and a note awaiting him from the Hall. 'Can you and Mrs. Elsmere come in to tea? wrote the Squire. 'Madame de Netteville is here, and one or two others.
Catherine, after the failure of some conversational attempts between her and Madame de Netteville, fell to watching her husband with a start of strangeness and surprise. She had scarcely seen him at Oxford among his equals; and she had very rarely been present at his talks with the squire.
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