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Her brother's "little girl" Fleur frankly puzzled Winifred. The child was as restless as any of these modern young women "She's a small flame in a draught," Prosper Profond had said one day after dinner but she did not flop, or talk at the top of her voice.
Why can't they exclude fellows like Profond, instead of a lot of hard-working Germans? and was surprised at the depth of uneasiness which could provoke so unpatriotic a thought. But there it was! One never got a moment of real peace. Always something at the back of everything! And he made his way towards Green Street.
"I'm wondering," Holly murmured, "whether she is the modern young woman. One feels at sea coming home into all this." "You? You get the hang of things so quick." Holly slid her hand into his coat-pocket. "You keep one in the know," said Val encouraged. "What do you think of that Belgian fellow, Profond?" "I think he's rather 'a good devil." Val grinned.
Monsieur Profond was swimming, heavily diabolical, before her. That the reason! With the most heroic effort of her life so far, she managed to arrest that swimming figure. She could not tell whether he had noticed. And just then Winifred came in. "Oh! here you both are already! Imogen and I have had the most amusing afternoon at the Babies' bazaar." "What babies?" said Fleur mechanically.
J'ai l'honneur d'être, avec le plus profond respect, Madame, Votre très humble et très obéissant serviteur, BIOT. It was unanimously voted by the Royal Society of London, that my bust should be placed in their great Hall, and Chantrey was chosen as the sculptor. Soon after it was finished, Mr.
She felt a sudden hunger for Jon's face, for his hands, and the feel of his lips again on hers. And pressing her arms tight across her breast she forced out a little light laugh. "O la! la! What a small fuss! as Profond would say. Father, I don't like that man." She saw him stop, and take something out of his breast pocket. "You don't?" he said. "Why?" "Nothing," murmured Fleur; "just caprice!"
"Your sister Winifred, and the Car-r-digans" she took up a tiny stick of black "and Prosper Profond." "That Belgian chap? Why him?" Annette turned her neck lazily, touched one eyelash, and said: "He amuses Winifred." "I want some one to amuse Fleur; she's restive." "R-restive?" repeated Annette. "Is it the first time you see that, my friend? She was born r-restive, as you call it."
Half the world's starvin'. I feed a small lot of babies out in my mother's country; but what's the use? Might as well throw my money in the river." Soames looked at him, and turned back toward his Goya. He didn't know what the fellow wanted. "What shall I make my cheque for?" pursued Monsieur Profond.
The "small" lunch was the sort a man dreams of but seldom gets; and when it was concluded Monsieur Profond walked back with him to the paddock. "Your wife's a nice woman," was his surprising remark. "Nicest woman I know," returned Val dryly. "Yes," said Monsieur Profond; "she has a nice face. I admire nice women."
"Who were those?" Jon asked, on the stairs. "I didn't quite " "Old George Forsyte is a first cousin of your father's and of my Uncle Soames. He's always been here. The other chap, Profond, is a queer fish. I think he's hanging round Soames' wife, if you ask me!" Jon looked at him, startled. "But that's awful," he said: "I mean for Fleur."
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