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The next day Miss Pollingray joined us, wearing a feutre gris and green plume, which looked exceedingly odd until you became accustomed to it. Her hair has decided gray streaks, and that, and the Queen Elizabeth nose, and the feutre gris! but she is so kind, I could not even smile in my heart. It is singular that Mr.
Pollingray seems happy now. Her idea of my wits must be that they are of the schoolgirl order a perfect receptacle for indefinite impressions. 'Ah! said she. 'Gilbert has burnt his heart to ashes by this time. I slept with that sentence in my brain. In the morning, I rose and dressed, dreaming.
Pollingray particularly wished to have my company in a ride, I rose submissively and cried. This humiliation made my temper ferocious. Mr. Pollingray observed my face, and put it down in his notebook. 'A savage disposition, or, no, 'An untamed little rebel'; for he has hopes of me. He had the cruelty to say so. 'What I am, I shall remain, said I.
I assured her we were simply friends. 'It is the firmest basis of an attachment, she said; and I did not look hurried. But I gained my end. I led her to talk of the beautiful Marquise. This is the tale. Mr. Pollingray, when a very young man, and comparatively poor, went over to France with good introductions, and there saw and fell in love with Louise de Riverolles. She reciprocated his passion.
They did imagine it, I know; for by and by Miss Pollingray whispered: 'Les absents n'auront pas tort, cette fois, n'est-ce-pas? 'And Mr. Pollingray was cruelly gentle: an air of 'I would not intrude on such emotions'; and I heightened their delusions as much as I could: there was no other way of accounting for my pantomime face. Why should he fancy I suffered so terribly?
She laughed and blushed, and we tottered asunder. 'Would you have talked metaphysics to me in the water, Mr. Pollingray? Alice was here guilty of one of those naughty sort of innocent speeches smacking of Eve most strongly; though, of course, of Eve in her best days.
I saw something that answered to my nods and howd'ye-do's and but I am ashamed, and so penitent I might begin making a collection of beetles. I cannot lift up my head. Mr. Pollingray is such a different man from the one I had imagined! What that one was, I have now quite forgotten. I remember too clearly what the wretched guesser was.
He is always ready to do a service, but on this occasion I think it was an afterthought. I shall not venture to call him 'Godpapa' again. Indeed, if I have a desire, it is that I may be blind to people's weakness. My insight is inveterate. Papa says he has heard Mr. Pollingray boast of his age. If so, there has come a change over him. I cannot be deceived. I see it constantly.
'Mais oui, I said shyly, and being alone with her, I was not rebuffed by her smile, especially as she encouraged me on. I am, she told me, to see a monde of French people here in September. So, the story of me is to be completer, or continued in September. I could not get Miss Pollingray to tell me distinctly whether Madame la Marquise will be one of the guests.
I dare say I did laugh a little too much the other night, but could I help it? We had a dinner party. Present were Mr. Pollingray, Mrs. Mrs. Romer not only makes fun, but is fun. When you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her. She is the salt of society in these parts.
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