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You and Mademoiselle Rignaut must come. I can give you half an hour to get ready more, if you want it." "What larks!" Lady Anne exclaimed. "Can I come in a traveling dress?" "You can come just as you are," Julien replied. "One visits these places just as one feels disposed. I'll be off and get a taximeter automobile instead of this thing, and come back for you whenever you say."
"But, miladi," she exclaimed, "a thousand pardons " "Janette," Anne interrupted, "if I hear that once more I leave I seek another situation." "But, mademoiselle, then," Mademoiselle Rignaut corrected, "a thousand pardons indeed! I had no idea " "My dear Janette," Lady Anne protested, "why do you apologize for entering your own workshop? It is foolish, this. I go now, dear Julien, to put on my hat.
You shall drive me to where my mother is staying the Ritz, I suppose? Afterwards you shall leave us. Wait in the street below. I shall be less than two minutes." Mademoiselle Rignaut was still apologetic as she conducted Julien down the narrow stairs. "But indeed," she declared, "there never was a young lady so strange, with such charming manners, so sweet, as dear Miladi Anne.
Not that I've any idea of going back," she broke off. "I think I'm going to enjoy life hugely out here." "But it is most astonishing!" Mademoiselle Rignaut declared with a gasp. "My little friend here," Lady Anne went on, "hasn't got over it all yet. She doesn't understand the sheer barbarity of being a duke's daughter. The worst of it is she'll never have an opportunity of trying it for herself.
"Oh, bother!" she exclaimed. "I knew that it was somewhere up by the Gare du Nord." They turned off from the Rue Lafayette and pulled up opposite a milliner's shop. "Mademoiselle Rignaut lives up above," Lady Anne said, alighting. "It's sweet of you to have brought me, Julien." "I am going to wait and see that you are all right," he replied, ringing the bell.
"It seems impossible." "Indeed, but women are strange!" Mademoiselle Rignaut sighed. Lady Anne came gayly down to the street a few minutes later. She was still wearing the plain black gown and the simplest of hats. Nevertheless, she looked charming.
The mocking laugh rose readily enough to her lips, the words were crushed back in her throat. Only the faintest shadow shone for a moment in her eyes. "Ah, Julien," she murmured lightly, "if one cared! But does that really come, I wonder? Not to such men as you. Not often, I am afraid, to such women as I." The door was suddenly opened. Little Mademoiselle Rignaut was covered with confusion.
Lady Anne's mother had very sound ideas of economy, and Mademoiselle Rignaut was cheap and yet undoubtedly French. "Earn my own living, without a doubt," Lady Anne repeated, helping herself to a roll. "You don't mind my eating some bread and butter, do you, Julien? I couldn't lunch I was much too excited, and the tea on the train was filthy.
"You are a brick," Lady Anne declared. "I shall love to go." "Monsieur is too kind," Mademoiselle Rignaut agreed, "but as for me, it is not fitting " "Rubbish!" Lady Anne interrupted briskly. "You've got to get all that sort of stuff out of your head, Janette, and to start with you must come to supper with us. Bless you, I couldn't go alone with Sir Julien!
"Miladi," Mademoiselle Rignaut declared deprecatingly, "there is no girl in my shop with a figure like yours, but it is not well for you to talk so, indeed. It is shocking." Lady Anne laughed gayly. "Now, my little friend," she said, "let us understand one another. There is no more 'miladi. I am Anne Anne to you and Anne to Julien here. I've finished with the 'miladi' affair.
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