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'It's a French name, she said, with smiling apology, handing it to Miss Anna. Miss Anna glanced at it, and then at the bearer. 'Kindly step this way, she said, pointing to the parlour, and holding her grey-capped head rather impressively high. Madame de Pastourelles obeyed her, murmuring that she had sent her carriage on to the Dungeon Ghyll Hôtel, whence it would return for her in an hour.
When the young man answered Lord Findon, the voice was, like the face, charged perhaps over-charged with meaning and sensibility. 'I took Madame de Pastourelles to see it to-day, the youth was saying. 'She thought it as glorious as I did. 'Oh! you are a pair of enthusiasts, said Lord Findon. 'I keep my head.
'Well, if you'll wait there, ma'am' the charwoman opened the door of the dismantled sitting-room 'I'll speak to Mr. Fenwick. She shuffled off. Eugénie de Pastourelles threw back her veil. She had arrived only that morning in London after a night journey, and her face showed deep lines of fatigue. But its beauty of expression had never been more striking.
He fell into a flow of Welsh, hoarsely musical. Then, with a smile, he nodded farewell; and Fenwick went. Fenwick wrote that night to Eugénie de Pastourelles at Cannes, enclosing a copy of the letter received from Freddy Tolson. It meant nothing; but she had asked to be kept informed.
Immediately after his return to London from Versailles he had received a stern letter from Lord Findon, insisting as his daughter had already done that the only reparation he, Fenwick, could make to the friends he had so long and cruelly deceived, was to allow them a free hand in a fresh attempt to discover his wife, and so to clear Madame de Pastourelles from the ridiculous suspicions that Mrs.
Hence, during November and December, constant meetings and consultations in the well-known offices of Lord Findon's solicitors. At these meetings both Madame de Pastourelles and her father had been often present, and she had followed the debates with a quick and strained intelligence, which often betrayed to Fenwick the suffering behind.
That she could do a thing at once so violent and so final, was so wholly out of keeping with all his memories of her, that he could only think of the woman who had come in his absence to the Bernard Street studio, and defaced the sketch of Madame de Pastourelles, as in some sort a stranger one whom, were she to step back into his life, he would have had to learn afresh.
To stab the hand which had helped him, the heart which had already suffered so much, in the very first hours of his own shock and misery, he had shrunk from this, he had tried his best to protect Madame de Pastourelles.
He paced once or twice up and down the length of the room, slowly, thoughtfully; then he resumed: 'I shall write to Madame de Pastourelles to-night, and by the first train to-morrow, as soon as these things' he looked round him 'can be gathered together, I shall be gone! Welby moved sharply, showing a face still drawn and furrowed with emotion 'No! she will want to see you.
Then, when your conduct, I suppose I don't dare to judge you had driven your wife away for twelve years' he dragged the words between his teeth 'you masquerade to Madame de Pastourelles and when her long martyrdom as a wife is at last over when in the tenderness and compassion of her heart she begins to show you a friendship which which those who know her' he laboured for breath and words 'can only presently interpret in one way you who owe her everything everything! you dare to play with her innocent, her stainless life you dare to let her approach to let those about her approach the thought of her marrying you while all the time you knew what you know!
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