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According to Cuningham's information, it was now three years since a separation had been arranged between Madame de Pastourelles and her husband, Comte Albert de Pastourelles, owing to the Comte's outrageous misconduct. Lord Findon had no doubt taken her abroad after the catastrophe. And, besides her father, Welby had also been near, apparently watching over her?
Eugénie de Pastourelles was sitting on the terrace at Versailles. Or rather she was established in one of the deep embrasures between the windows, on the western side. The wind was cold, but again a glorious sun bathed the terrace and the château.
Meanwhile he could not know that he too had grown in her eyes, as she in his. In spite of all his errors and follies, he had not wrestled with his art, he had not lived among his intellectual peers, he had not known Eugénie de Pastourelles through twelve years, for nothing. Embittered he was, but also refined.
On the other hand, of the original crisis of the scene in Bernard Street, the spoilt picture, and the letters of Madame de Pastourelles Miss Anna had let Phoebe tell her what she pleased; and in truth although Phoebe seemed to be no longer of a similar opinion it appeared to the ex-schoolmistress that John had a good deal to explain John and the French lady.
For, in the first moments of his despair and horror, he had remembered what it would mean to Madame de Pastourelles, did she ever know that his mad wife had left him out of jealousy of her.
The April day was receding, and Eugénie de Pastourelles was sitting very still, her hands lightly clasped upon a letter which lay outspread upon her lap. These moments of pensive abstraction were characteristic of her. Her life was turned within; she lived more truly in thought than in speech or action. Lord Findon came in gaily. 'I say, Eugénie, that fellow's made a hit. 'What fellow, papa?
He stood still fiercely interrogative his hands in his pockets, on the other side of the table. 'And what else was there? Phoebe choked back her tears. 'There was a woman who came to live near us who had been a maid She hesitated. 'Please go on! 'Maid to Madame de Pastourelles' she said, hastily, stumbling over the French name. He exclaimed: 'In Ontario!
Meanwhile the picture possessed her more and more. Closer and closer she came, her chest heaving. Was it not as though John had foreseen her coming, her complaints and had prepared for her this silent, this cruel answer? The big picture of course was gone in to the Academy, but his wife, if she came, was to see that he could not do without Madame de Pastourelles.
He had spoken merely of 'one of my sitters. But it was not possible to fence with this dying man. 'And Madame knows? 'Yes. But Fenwick sharply regretted the introduction of Madame de Pastourelles' name. He had brought the story down merely to the point of Phoebe's flight and the search which followed, adding only with vagueness that the search had lately been renewed, without success.
'One moment, said Welby; then, turning to Fenwick as the others approached them, he said, 'Might I make two small criticisms? 'Of course. 'The right hand seems to me too large and the chin wants fining. Look! He took a little ivory paper-cutter from his pocket, and pointed to the line of the chin, with a motion of the head towards Madame de Pastourelles. Fenwick looked and said nothing.
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