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Late at night Rosamund was allowed to enter the chill unlighted chamber, where the unhappy lady had been lying for hours in the gloom of a London Winter's daylight and gaslight. 'Madame de Rouaillout is indisposed with headache, was her report to Beauchamp. The conventional phraseology appeased him, though he saw his grief behind it. Presently he asked if Renee had taken food.
So well had the clever lady played the dupe that he forgot there was a part for him to play. Even the acquiescence of Rosamund in the title of countess bewildered him. 'Madame d'Auffray has been sitting for an hour with Madame de Rouaillout, said Rosamund. He spoke of Roland's coming.
It was in reply to a salute from the Marquis de Rouaillout, and Nevil beheld his rival. 'M. le Marquis, seeing it is out of the question that we can come to you, will you come to us? cried Roland. The marquis gesticulated 'With alacrity' in every limb. 'We will bring you back on to-morrow midnight's tide, safe, we promise you. The marquis advanced a foot, and withdrew it.
I see how the struggle it cost him to break with his old love that endearing Madame de Rouaillout, his Renee broke his heart; and then his loss of Cecilia Halkett. But I do believe, true as that I am lying here, and you hold my hand, my dear husband, those losses were not so fatal to him as his sufferings he went through on account of his friend Dr. Shrapnel. I will not keep you here.
Inform Madame de Rouaillout that her brother M. le comte de Croisnel will soon be here, and should not find her ill. Talk to her as you women can talk. Keep the blinds down in her room; light a dozen wax-candles. Tell her I have no thought but of her. It's a lie: of no woman but of her: that you may say. But that you can't say. You can say I am devoted ha, what stuff!
Well, then, tell me, tell me you can say with pride and happiness that the Marquis de Rouaillout is to be your there's the word husband! Renee looked across the water. 'Friend, if my father knew you were asking me! 'I will speak to him. 'Useless. 'He is generous, he loves you. 'He cannot break an engagement binding his honour.
Shortly before the ringing of the dinner-bell Rosamund knocked at Beauchamp's dressing-room door, the bearer of a telegram from Bevisham. He read it in one swift run of the eyes, and said: 'Come in, ma'am, I have something for you. Madame de Rouaillout sends you this. Rosamund saw her name written in a French hand on the back of the card. 'You stay with us, Nevil?
And Madame de Rouaillout praises the girl because oh! I see it she has less to be jealous of in Miss Denham: of whose birth and blood we know nothing. Let that pass! If only she loved him! I cannot endure the thought of his marrying a girl who is not in love with him. 'Just as you like, my dear. 'I used to suspect Mr. Lydiard. 'Perhaps he's the man.
What she could not so distinctly imagine was, how he could reconcile the devotion to his country, which he had taught her to put her faith in, with his unhappy subjection to Madame de Rouaillout. How could the nobler sentiment exist side by side with one that was lawless? Or was the wildness characteristic of his political views proof of a nature inclining to disown moral ties?
Stukely Culbrett had said, 'Then there is the man, for he is undoubtedly a projectile'; nor were politically-hostile punsters on an arrow-head inactive. At that moment, she fancied Madame de Rouaillout might be doing likewise; and oh that she had the portrait of the French lady as well!
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