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"I never heard of that!" Audrey had cried. "And why should you have heard of it? Have you not been in England?" Madame Piriac had answered, a little surprised at Audrey's tone. Whereupon Audrey had said naught. The chief point was that Musa could take a holiday without detriment to his career. Moreover, Mr.
The morrow had no sort of importance. The hour was scarcely one o'clock. Other guests were expected.... Madame Piriac alone knew how to handle the situation; she appealed privately to Madame Foa. Having appealed to Madame Foa, she disappeared with Madame Foa, and could not be found when Audrey and Miss Ingate were ready to leave.
But Musa " There was a general protest. "I cannot play," Musa exclaimed with impatience, and moved almost savagely away. The experience was novel for Madame Piriac, left standing there, as it were, respectfully presenting the violin case to the rail.
"Evidently Miss Moze is at home," said Madame Piriac, gazing at the house. "Yes, it is distinguished. It is what I had expected.... But ought we not to go to the front door?" "I think we ought," Audrey agreed. They went round the side of the house, into the main drive, and without hesitation Madame Piriac rang the front door bell, which they could plainly hear.
Then you won't take them? Pity! I hate to see anything wasted." Audrey was both desolated and infuriated. "Remember me respectfully to Miss Ingate, please," finished Mr. Cowl. "She didn't see me as she passed." He returned the tickets to his pocket. Outside, Madame Piriac, standing by her automobile, which had rolled up with the silence of an hallucination, took leave of Audrey. "Eh bien!
Such were the manifestations of her purely personal desire for the achievement of a neat, clean job. "See!" said Miss Ingate. "Mr. Gilman is bowing to us. He does look splendid, and isn't Madame Piriac lovely? I must say I don't care so much for these French husbands." Audrey had to turn and join Miss Ingate in acknowledging the elaborate bow. At any rate, then, Mr.
Madame Piriac began to speak in English her own English with a unique accent that Audrey at once loved. "You commence soon the yachting, my oncle?" said she, and turning to Audrey: "Mistair Gilman is no oncle to me. But he is a great friend of my husband. I call always him oncle. Do not I, oncle? Mistair Gilman lives only for the yachting. Every year in May we lose him, till September."
A lady smiled and bowed to her. It was Madame Piriac, resplendent and serene. Musa played the Caprice. Audrey did not hear him, partly because the vision of Madame Piriac, and the man's deep voice, had extremely perturbed her, and partly because she was so desperately anxious for Musa's triumph. She had decided that she could make his triumph here the prelude to tremendous things.
"You must come and have a look at my new yacht, Mrs. Moncreiff," said Mr. Gilman in his solemn, thick voice. "I always say that no yacht is herself without ladies on board, a yacht being feminine, you see." He gave a little laugh. "Ah! My oncle!" Madame Piriac broke in. "I see in that no reason. If a yacht was masculine then I could see the reason in it."
D'Artagnan had already advanced too far in this direction; besides, the chalands being gone, there remained nothing at Piriac but a single bark that of the old man, and it did not look fit for sea without great preparation.
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