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Later, the impressive sight was witnessed of Madame Piriac, on her shoulders such a cloak as certainly had never been seen on a yacht before, bearing Mr. Gilman's valuable violin like a jewel casket. She had found it below and brought it up on deck.
Madame Piriac signalled to him a salutation of the finest good humour. She had forgotten his pettishness. By absolutely ignoring it she had made it as though it had never existed. This was her art. Audrey, observing the gesture, and Musa's smiling reply to it, acquired wisdom. She saw that she must treat Musa as Madame Piriac treated him.
"I must have my cards ready," said she, opening her bag. "One always hears how exigent you are in England about such details, even in the provinces. And, indeed, why not?" There was no answer to the bell. Madame Piriac rang again, and there was still no answer. And the dog had ceased to bark. "Mon Dieu!" she muttered. "Have you observed, darling, that all the blinds are down on this façade?"
Moze had apparently no connections. Madame Piriac, daughter of Mr. Moze's first wife by that lady's first husband, had telegraphed sympathies from Paris. A cousin or so had come in person from Woodbridge for the day. It was from the demeanour of these cousins, grave men twice her age or more, that Audrey had first divined her new importance in the world.
Still, I dare to think that I was of some value to the woman in Madame Rosamund." Audrey felt very young and awkward and defiant. She felt defiant because Madame Piriac had impressed her, and she was determined not to be impressed. "So you wanted to tell me all this," said she, putting down her glass, with the straws in it, on a small round table laden with tiny figures in silver.
Audrey persuaded herself that this must, after all, be his true normal condition while aboard the yacht, and that the ennui visible on his features a moment earlier could only have been transient and accidental. "I am sure the piano is as wonderful as all else on board," said Madame Piriac. "Do play!" he entreated. "I love to hear music here. My secretary plays for me when I am alone."
Suddenly there was a movement in the obscure corner where sat the unnamed and unintroduced lady. This lady rose and came towards the table. She was very elegant in dress and manner, and she looked maturely young. "Madame Piriac," announced Rosamund.
I'm sorry there's no cake or jam." It was while Madame Piriac was stirring her first cup that the drawing-room door opened, and at once there was a terrific shriek. "Audrey!" The invader was Miss Ingate. Close behind Miss Ingate came Jane Foley. "Did you get my letter?" breathed Miss Ingate weakly, after she had a little recovered from the shock, which had the appearance of being terrific.
As for Monsieur Piriac, the destiny of France was in his hands, and the moment being somewhat critical, he would not quit the Ministry of Foreign Affairs without leaving a fixed telegraphic address. On the next day Mr. Gilman and Madame Piriac had called on Audrey at the Hôtel du Danube, and the invitation became formal. It was pressing and flattering. Why refuse it? Mr.
The vans and carts had all departed, and the quidnuncs and observers of human nature, having gazed steadily at the yacht for some ten hours, had thought fit to depart also. The two women looked about rather anxiously, as though Mr. Gilman had basely marooned them. "But what must we do?" demanded Madame Piriac. "Oh! We can walk round on the dyke," said Audrey superiorly.
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