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When he remarked that it was grande folie de vouloir d'être sage avec une sagesse impossible, the Prince's spirits rose only to fall again, however, at a later pronouncement from the same lips to the effect that virtuous women always brought tears to his eyes. Parflete is an admirable actress." Castrillon kissed the tips of his fingers to the air, and ejaculated: "Adorable!"
Some news can't be written. It is not about Mrs. Parflete," she added, hastily, "you need not fear that. It is about Beauclerk. He came to see me this afternoon. He is going to throw you over. He is going to fail you at the Meeting. You are to test public opinion while he sits under shelter to profit by your experience. What do you think of that?" "You are very good to come.
I don't like to be uncharitable, but they seem, in a way, so improper. Madame de Parflete is all one could wish. Her husband was a dreadful man." "What did he do?" said Sara, who was a little absent. "Oh, all kinds of things. He committed suicide in the end. And now she is going to marry a friend of mine." "Who is he?"
Disraeli had been opposed, from the first, to Robert's marriage with Mrs. Parflete, for, as other diplomatists, he preferred his own plans before those of Providence, and he had wished to see his young friend wisely united to the unexceptionable Viscountess Fitz Rewes. "But," he observed, shrugging his shoulders, "to talk expediency is not a safe way of opening the game with Orange.
Parflete was the one child of their union, kept the whole aristocratic assembly thrilled with the sense of taking part in something as distinguished as a Court function, as exciting as a Court scandal, and as bewildering as a Court conspiracy. A string orchestra conducted by Strauss himself played French melodies of the eighteenth century. Would there be any dancing? would she sing?
If you have anything to say, pray say it quickly, because I have an appointment with Mrs. Parflete." "Will you do me the favour to leave that lady's name out of the discussion?" "I see no reason why I should do you favours, M. de Hausée. But I am quite ready to atone for my indifference by any course of action which could satisfy the most scrupulous delicacy."
"Let us talk of pleasant things only, chère amie," said the Prince, turning to Sara; "mind you, not a word about graves and epitaphs. Mrs. Parflete has arrived. Castrillon has arrived. You need not trouble about the others. They are not they cannot be worth your while. But do watch Castrillon. I find that the greatest compliment he can pay to any woman is to sneer at her expense.
To my amazement, Parflete himself came out. "For God's sake, don't shoot," said he, "it is I." He cried bitterly at the sight of the Archduchess for she was looking extraordinarily beautiful. He cursed himself loudly, put me to terrible anxiety, and I repented of my recklessness in not getting rid of such a fool long ago.
Parflete and Castrillon are cut out for each other," said he, "but Orange has no business in that galère. He is reserved for a greater fate." "What do you mean?" said Sara. "All now depends on you." "On me?" "Plainly. Reckage wishes Orange to get out of his way and become a Religious. Can this be permitted?" "It would be outrageous. It would be a crime." "Ah, worse than that.
Hers was a child's affection the first love of a heart still immature, and not yet made suspicious of itself by contact with others less innocent. Parflete had been too worldly-wise not to guard and value at its true price a disposition so graceful in its very essence.
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