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It may suit her purpose to agree." "What! A woman who loves, or who has loved Robert Orange? A few things in human nature are still impossible." Prince d'Alchingen shrugged his shoulders, and continued "Parflete has a good back-stairs knowledge of Alberian politics. We never deny this, but we always add that he was dismissed, in disgrace, from the Imperial Household."
He had never been able to forgive the duel at Loadilla which had occasioned so much scandal in Madrid, and brought Brigit's name into bad company. Robert, before his meeting with Mrs. Parflete, had fought several duels, and each of them about a different pretty face.
Sara, feeling the Prince's dissecting glance burning into her countenance, grew white and red by turns. "What a temperament! what jealousy!" thought d'Alchingen. "How do you know all this?" she asked, thrusting her hands, which were trembling, into her ermine muff. "I know it for a fact. The question now is How will Parflete endure such conduct?
With great presence of mind I rang the bell, and we withdrew to my hiding-place while the servant came in, raised a hue and cry, and finally carried the insensible Archduchess to a bedroom. When the coast was clear we emerged. I asked Parflete what he meant to do, why he was there, and how he had got into the house. "To sound the soul of another," said he, still maudlin.
They intended, in any event, to plead ignorance, and had prepared every proof of their good faith in withstanding the claim. It was clear, beyond a doubt, on the highest ecclesiastical authority, that, if application were made, the marriage between the Archduchess and Parflete would be annulled at Rome. Parflete was regarded with great suspicion. He was capable of any treachery.
Parflete himself was indulging in the most extravagant demonstrations of remorse.
The more she had seen of Brigit Parflete the more she had been struck with her struck with her moodiness, struck with her contempt for received opinions, her vigour and independence of will.
He may have believed that he was resigned to his ill-luck in love, but a sense that he had been defrauded haunted his thoughts always, and the longing to square his account with destiny was less a wish than a mute instinct. How great had been the temptation to defy all laws human and Divine where Brigit Parflete was in question, no one can know.
The world might cry out a little at first, but success justifies everything. Meanwhile, Robert and Mrs. Parflete have formed a resolution not to meet again for a year or more. After that, they hope to be on the unearthly terms of Laura and her Petrarch. It is magnificent, but is it love? I long to hear your views on the subject. I have no influence over you; I wish I had.
"You think you would feel more sure of Orange's patriotic instinct if he had chosen an Englishwoman?" said Reckage. "I am bound to say that he would have shown discretion in settling down with one of our simple-hearted Saxon girls." "And who was Mrs. Orange before she married Orange?" asked Harding. "A widow a Mrs. Parflete," said Garrow. "Parflete!" exclaimed Harding. "Mrs. Parflete!
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