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Updated: June 14, 2025
He was ever swift to catch her meaning. They crossed a lawn that was crowded with people to a great cedar-tree, beneath which their hostess was receiving her guests. A large woman with a lazy smile was Mrs. Pouncefort, and wonderful dark eyes that were seldom wholly revealed a woman who took no pains to please and yet whose charm was undeniable.
What I do ask, and what I think I have a right to know, is whether you have had the proper feeling to tell your husband that the Captain Rodolphe you met at Pouncefort Court a little while ago is the man with whom you were so deplorably intimate at Valpré in your girlhood, or whether you have had the audacity to pretend that he was a total stranger to you."
Pouncefort to to talk me over and discuss my acquaintances!" "My dear child," said Aunt Philippa, "all that passed between us was a remark made by Mrs. Pouncefort to the effect that one of her guests, Captain Rodolphe an old friend of yours whom she believed you had originally met at Valpré had just returned to Paris. What led to the remark I do not remember.
And little Pouncefort puts up with it like a lamb. But they say he's just as bad. Daresay he is, though he's quite a decent little beggar to talk to. I can't stand Mrs. Pouncefort at any price, while as for that Frenchman" he made a hideous grimace "I'm glad you are not all alike, Bertrand!" Bertrand responded to the compliment without elation.
Pouncefort. They found the lady of the house at home, and spent an animated hour with her; for although she never appeared to welcome her visitors or to exert herself in any degree to entertain them, most of them seemed to find it difficult to get away. When they departed at length they carried with them an invitation to a garden fête which had been arranged for the following week.
Pouncefort they all are. I don't know quite why. I believe they spend half their time there. Mr. Pouncefort is a dear little man no one could help liking him. He has a yacht, and they always have a crowd of people staying there at this time of the year." "Alors," he said, "it will amuse you to go there, no?" Chris smiled. "Oh, not particularly. I would much rather stay with you and Trevor.
"Yes, really!" Chris was emphatic. "And I am sure there is nothing much the matter with you, Bertie; now, is there?" He scarcely responded. "It will pass," he said. "And so you have arranged to make visits this afternoon?" "Yes. Isn't it a bother?" Chris's brow wrinkled. "Noel wanted me to go and fish with him, but Trevor says I must go and see Mrs. Pouncefort, so I suppose I must.
There was a moment's silence. Then, "Really!" said Aunt Philippa. "He gave Mrs. Pouncefort to understand otherwise." Chris felt the blood rush to her face. This was intolerable. "What did he give Mrs. Pouncefort to understand?" she demanded. "Merely that you were old friends," said Aunt Philippa, with the calm superiority of one not to be shaken in her belief. "Then he lied!" said Chris fiercely.
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