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We must both despise him, if he should abandon her now." "He has never compromised her," said Sara indignantly. "He has even been ridiculed for his honour. I had no idea, Excellence, that you were so wicked!" "How else could I know all the news twenty-four hours before the rest of the world? This, however, is no laughing matter. Parflete may ask his wife to return to him.
"Is there much use in denying the fact that he married the Archduke's daughter?" "We meet the case by saying that the Archduke in his youth may not have been exempt from manly follies. And Duboc was irresistible she drove one mad!" "Then why all this fuss?" "To avoid more fuss on a large scale." "But I have always heard that Mrs. Parflete has no intention of giving trouble.
"Does Orange know that she was seen that day?" asked Sara. "Not yet. He will know soon enough, never fear." "Are you sure quite sure that it was Mrs. Parflete?" suggested the Princess. "It must have been she," replied the Prince. "It must have been she," repeated Sara, mechanically.
"If you will both swear," said he, "to keep a secret, I can tell you one." The old and the young lady flushed alike with delight at the prospect of hearing some strange news. "It will come well," he continued, "after my wife's prophetic remarks. Mrs. Parflete went alone to Orange's lodgings on Wednesday last at six o'clock." "Is it possible?" exclaimed the Princess.
She professes nothing. I judge her by her actions." "But you must see," said Reckage, "that I can't give Orange all this pain unless I have something more definite to go on. Sir Piers tells us that he played cards with Wrexham Parflete last week." He paused. "Wait a moment," said Harding; "wait a moment. Does any one present know Parflete's handwriting?" "I do," said Pensée.
The devil is never embarrassed, and where virtue is found superhuman, he takes every care to keep it on a sour if ethereal diet. You will beg for less comment and more facts. Let me give them. Orange himself, pale, restrained, haggard but superb, met us at the station on our arrival. He had been waiting for us at the hotel; Mrs. Parflete was at the Villa Miraflores.
No conversation or letter was ever exchanged between Sara and the Prince without some emphatic tribute to the sanctity, prudence, and charm of the Princess. "The dear Princess!" murmured Sara. "And now," said His Excellency, drawing his chair an inch nearer, "I must be serious. You have guessed, of course, that I am thinking about Robert Orange and Mrs. Parflete.
"I met him last week, and he beat me at écarté." "Then it is not the same man," said Reckage, "quite obviously." "Wrexham Parflete had a wife; I heard her sing at a dinner-party in Madrid. She was living with the Countess Des Escas; there was a row and a duel on her account. I never forget names or faces." "But this looks serious," said Reckage. "Do you quite understand?
"He destroyed all his papers, but he has left one letter addressed to you. He wished me to say, in the presence of Mrs. Parflete, that this had reference to some false report about her visiting Mr. Orange's lodgings. Mr. Parflete saw the lady who went to Vigo Street, and he did not know who she was. One thing, however, he did know: he had never seen her before."
Although she made the appeal, he had resolved, in silence, long before, that, come what might, he would not give her back. The decision rose on the instant, without hesitation, doubt, or misgiving a deliberate choice between two courses. "You cannot return to Parflete," he said quietly. "Don't despair. Your marriage with him may be annulled.
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