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"This is a charming spot, isn't it, Madame Patou?" she remarked. Elodie, who had regarded her wonderingly as though she had bean a creature of another world, bowed and smiled. "We all talk French, my dear Auriol," said I, "because Madame Patou knows no English." "Ah!" said Lady Auriol. "I never thought of it." She translated her remark.
To avoid complication, he went everywhere now as Monsieur Patou. Folks passing by the open courtyard of the hotel where he might be taking the air, pointed him out to one another. "Le voila Petit Patou" It was in the middle of his week's engagement once more in summer time.
On my table some letters awaited me; but instead of finding among them the apology from Bakkus which I had expected, I came across a telephone memorandum asking me to ring up Monsieur Patou at the Hotel Moderne, Vichy, as soon as I returned. After glancing through my correspondence, I descended to the bureau and there found Auriol in talk with the concierge.
I take it that you're very fully admitted into Andrew Lackaday's confidence." "To a great extent," I admitted. "And forgive me if I am impertinent you have also that of the lady whom we have just left?" "Really, my dear Bakkus " I began. "It is indeed a matter of some importance," he interposed quickly. "It concerns Madame Patou Elodie.
I'm not ashamed of Les Petit Patou. But it seems so so " he snapped his fingers for the word "so incongruous. My military rank demanded that I should preserve it from ridicule you'll remember I asked you to say nothing of the circus." "Still," said I, "the name Petit Patou conveys nothing to me." "I'm the original Petit Patou. When I took a partner we became plural. Regardez un instant."
"I don't want to hinder you in your life, Andre," she said brokenly. "Ca me donne beaucoup de peine. But you see, don't you, that I couldn't do it?" He soothed her as best he could. Les Petit Patou would invent new business, of a comicality that would once more make their fortunes. That being so, why should they not be married? She looked at him searchingly. "You desire it as much as that?"
"To love her," he quotes from Steele, "is a liberal education." The last time he met her in England, was after my departure for Paris. You will remember that just before then he had confided to me his identity as Petit Patou and had kept me up half the night. It was a dismal April afternoon, rain and mud outside, a hopeless negation of the spring.
He was letting down nobody; neither the managements nor the public. Moignon would find means of consolation. "My dear Hylton," said he, "now that my faith in Bakkus is not only restored but infinitely strengthened, and my mind is at rest concerning Elodie, I feel as though ten years were lifted from my life. I'm no longer Petit Patou. The blessed relief of it!
Elodie had gone, disappeared, vanished into space, like the pearl necklaces which Petit Patou used to throw at her across the stage. "But how? When?" I asked, in bewilderment; for Lackaday and Elodie, as Les Petit Patou, seemed as indissoluble as William and Mary or Pommery and Greno.
"Quite so," said he. "I am Petit Patou, the mountebank; my partner is Madame Patou, whom I have known since I was a boy of twenty, to whom I am bound by indissoluble ties of mutual fidelity, loyalty and gratitude; and you are the Lady Auriol Dayne. We live, as I said before, in different spheres." "That's quite true," she said. "We have had our queer romance. It won't hurt us.
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