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So it was an ill-tempered, rather than an anxious man who joined Vanderlyn on the worn steps of the huge frowning building wherein is housed that which remains the most permanent and the most awe-inspiring of Parisian institutions. As they passed through the great portals Tom Pargeter smiled, for the first time; "We shall soon have news of her, Grid," he murmured, confidently.
Pargeter, to his poor dead love. Any thought of telling Madame de Léra the truth, or even part of the truth, left him. "You must forgive my intrusion," he said, coldly; "I have come with a message from Mr. Pargeter. He believes his wife to be here, and he wishes her to be informed that her son, little Jasper, has had an accident.
I never do anything important I mean at the stables without consulting her." Vanderlyn looked at the eager face, the odd twinkling green and blue eyes, with scarcely concealed surprise and contempt. "Surely you don't think she could tell you where what's happened to Peggy?" he said incredulously. "If I could have seen her last night," went on Pargeter, "I'd have got away to England to-day.
Even if Mr. Pargeter himself comes, you are to say that I am out!" "I'm afraid Monsieur will have to receive this gentleman." "Poulain!" exclaimed Vanderlyn sharply. "This won't do! Go at once and inform this gentleman, whoever he may be, that I can see no one to-night." "I did say so," observed Poulain, in an injured tone, "I explained to him that you would see no one.
The world, especially that corner of Vanity Fair which takes a frankly materialistic view of life and of life's responsibilities, is shrewder than we generally credit, and the diplomatist's intimacy with the Pargeter household had aroused but small comment in the strange polyglot society in which lived, by choice, Tom Pargeter, the cosmopolitan millionaire who was far more of a personage in Paris and in the French sporting world than he could ever have hoped to be in England.
During the interval he had often thought of her as one thinks of a delightful playfellow, but he only came to love her after their second meeting when he had seen, at first with honest dismay, and then with shame-faced gladness, how utterly ill-mated she and Tom Pargeter were the one to the other.
I think you will find more letters there, at least that is where Master Jasper's letters are, I know." She looked furtively at Vanderlyn, and her look said, "If you want to have the truth you shall have it!" "I say, how queer!" exclaimed Pargeter. "A secret drawer! eh, Grid?" "All old pieces of furniture have that kind of thing," said Vanderlyn, "there isn't any secret about it."
"I'm not quite a fool!" exclaimed Pargeter, piqued at the suggestion. "All the same, Grid, it is my money, or a little bit of it at any rate!" An English acquaintance of the two men came up to them.
"Once you have revealed the truth to Mr. Pargeter, and he will believe implicitly all you say, then, Madame, you will not only have accomplished a good action, but a sum, bringing the fee for the séance which is just concluded up to ten thousand francs, will be placed at your disposal by me." Madame d'Elphis looked long and searchingly at the man standing before her.
He longed to shake the other off, but Pargeter clung closely to his side. Each put on the hat and light coat handed to him; and, when once out on the boulevard, Pargeter slipped his hand confidingly through the other's arm. His touch burnt Vanderlyn. "By the way, Grid, I've forgotten to tell you why I wanted to see you to-night.
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