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She moved, and it helped him to see vaguely the outlines of a girl who seemed to be drawing back from him in terror. He thought she was crouching now in the farthest corner. "Come away," he said. But Lady Pippinworth would not let him go. They must know who this woman was. He remembered that a match-stand usually lay on the tables of those arbours, and groped until he found one. "Who are you?"
"I am sure mamma is looking for you everywhere," Lady Pippinworth said, when Tommy took a chair beside her. "It is her evening, you know." "Surely you would not drive me away," he replied with a languishing air, and then smiled at himself, for he was done with this sort of thing. "Lady Pippinworth," said he, firmly it needs firmness when of late you have been saying "Alice." "Well?"
Lady Pippinworth clapped her hands because he could not reach her. When she saw that he was climbing the wall she ran farther into the garden. He climbed the wall, but, as he was descending, one of the iron spikes on the top of it pierced his coat, which was buttoned to the throat, and he hung there by the neck. He struggled as he choked, but he could not help himself. He was unable to cry out.
You have kept my manuscript from me all this time, but, severe though the punishment has been, I deserved it, yes, every day of it." Lady Pippinworth smiled. "You took it from my bag, did you not?" said Tommy. "Yes." "Where is it, Alice? Have you got it here?" "No." "But you know where it is?" "Oh, yes," she said graciously, and then it seemed that nothing could ever disturb him again.
Thus did Tommy and Lady Pippinworth become friends, but it was not this that sent him so often to her house to tea. She was a beautiful woman, with a reputation for having broken many hearts without damaging her own. He thought it an interesting case. It was Tommy who was the favoured of the gods, you remember, not Grizel.
She went into one of these arbours and sat down, and soon slid to the floor. The place was St. Gian, some miles from Bad-Platten; but one of the umbrellas she had seen was Tommy's. Others belonged to Mrs. Jerry and Lady Pippinworth. When Tommy started impulsively on what proved to be his only Continental trip he had expected to join Mrs. Jerry and her stepdaughter at Bad-Platten.
The sentiment of this was so agreeable to him that he was half thinking of raising her hand chivalrously to his lips when Lady Pippinworth said: "But if it is all over now, why have you still to walk me off?" "Have you never had to walk me off?" said Tommy, forgetting himself, and, to his surprise, she answered, "Yes." "But this meeting has cured me," she said, with dangerous graciousness.
He was too clever not to know that her one desire was to make him a miserable man; to remember how he had subdued and left her would be gall to Lady Pippinworth until she achieved the same triumph over him. How confident she was that he could never prove the stronger of the two again! What were all her mockings but a beckoning to him to come on? "Take care!" said Tommy between his teeth.
Tommy, having some slight reason, was particularly sensitive about references to his figure, yet it was Lady Pippinworth who had drawn him to Switzerland. What was her strange attraction? Calmly considered, she was preposterously thin, but men, at least, could not think merely of her thinness, unless, when walking with her, they became fascinated by its shadow on the ground.
"I have been thinking " Tommy began. "I am sure you have," she said. "I have been thinking," he went on determinedly, "that I played a poor part this afternoon. I had no right to say what I said to you." "As far as I can remember," she answered, "you did not say very much." "It is like your generosity, Lady Pippinworth," he said, "to make light of it; but let us be frank: I made love to you."
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