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Updated: July 2, 2025
At the top of the drawing was an inscription in a minute handwriting 'Sorrento: Christmas Day, with the monogram 'A.W. and a date three years old. As Madame de Pastourelles perceived that his eyes had caught the inscription, she rather hastily withdrew the sketch and returned it to the portfolio. 'I watched him draw it, she explained 'in a Sorrento garden.
In so wrenching herself from him, she had perpetuated in him that excitable and unstable temper it should have been her first object to allay, and had thus injured and maimed his artistic power; while at the same time she had so troubled, so falsified his whole attitude towards the woman who on his wife's disappearance from his life had become naturally and insensibly his dearest friend, that not even the charm of Madame de Pastourelles' society, of her true, delicate, and faithful affection, could give him any lasting happiness.
But if you knew Mr. Welby better, you'd never want to say anything rude to him either! Fenwick was silent. Madame de Pastourelles, feeling that for the moment she also had come to the end of her tether, fell into a reverie, from which she was presently roused by finding Fenwick standing before her, palette in hand. 'I don't want you to think me an envious brute, he said, stammering.
And all this time letters came occasionally from Madame de Pastourelles indifferently to her or to him full of London artistic gossip, the season being now in full swim, of sly stimulus and cheer.
On it she placed, first, the parcel she had brought with her, which contained papers and small personal possessions belonging to her husband; in front of the packet she laid the five letters of Madame de Pastourelles, her own letter in an envelope addressed to him, and upon it her ring.
Lord Findon watched her with mingled smiles and chagrin. How charmingly she was dressed to-night his poor Eugénie! And how beautifully she moved! with what grace and sweetness! As he turned to do his duty by an elderly countess near him, he stifled a sigh that was also an imprecation. It had often been said of Eugénie de Pastourelles that she possessed a social magic.
By about three o'clock, in the midst of a wild autumnal storm, he had finished his letter to Madame de Pastourelles; and he fell asleep at his table, worn out, his head on his arms. Before ten on the following morning Fenwick had seen Bella Morrison.
The gentlemen walked off, and a sharp sensation impressed upon Madame de Pastourelles that Arthur was only allowed to go with Lord Findon, because she was not of the party. A sudden colour rose into her cheeks. For the hour that followed, she devoted herself to her cousin. But Mrs. Welby was difficult and querulous.
I want your smile. Madame de Pastourelles shook her head. 'What do you mean? he asked. 'I can't go smiling to posterity! she said; first gaily then suddenly her lip quivered. 'Eugénie, darling for God's sake 'I'm all right, she said, recovering herself instantly. 'Mr. Arthur, are you coming?
Also significant sign of the strength of all her personal affections! in addition to the moral and physical strain she had undergone, she had suffered much about this time from the loss of her maid, an old servant and devoted friend, who left her shortly after M. de Pastourelles' death incited, forced thereto by Eugénie in order to marry and go out to Canada.
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