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Updated: October 22, 2025
"I am sure it is getting very late," said Stella Rawson, and with difficulty she turned her eyes away and looked over the green world. Count Roumovski laughed softly, as if to himself. And they were silent until they came to the entrance gates again, when the chauffeur stopped and shut the car.
Count Roumovski never said a word of love to her: he treated her with perfect courtesy and infinite respect, but when at last they were turning back again, he permitted himself once more to gaze deeply into her eyes, and Stella knew for the first time in her existence that some silences are more dangerous than words.
"You are talking pure nonsense, sir," returned Count Roumovski sternly. "If that were the case the wording of your English marriage service would be different. First and foremost, marriage is a contract between two people to live together in union of body and to procreate children, which is the law of God and nature.
Medlicott took it at last and wringing it silently turned and drew toward the door, making his exit. Silence fell upon the company until he had gone and then Count Roumovski whispered in his harassed little fiancee's ear: "Never mind his point of view, darling yonder goes an English gentleman, and since I have gained my star and he has lost his, he has my deepest sympathy."
So it was arranged, and, with Stella between them, the two Russians sat in the commodious back seat, and this time Count Roumovski allowed himself to encircle his beloved with his arm and very often surreptitiously kissed her little ear and that delicious little curl of hair in her neck.
I will wish you a good-day," and he bowed again as Canon Ebley and his outraged spouse sailed from the room and, with an exclamation of suppressed fury, Eustace Medlicott followed in their wake. Then Count Roumovski laughed softly to himself and, sitting down at a writing-table, wrote a letter to his beloved. His whole plan of life was simple and direct.
She stiffened immediately, the training of years took offense, and she answered rather stiffly: "I do not think you have the right to ask me such a question, Count Roumovski." He was entirely unabashed he stroked his pointed silky beard for a moment, then he said calmly: "Yes I have, you agreed that I should teach you how to shape your life as you pleased, you must remember.
"Oh, Eustace, thank you," said Stella, gratefully holding out her hand. "I knew I could eventually count upon your goodness. I do indeed love Count Roumovski, and why should not we all be happy together? You will feel with me, I am sure, that our engagement was always a mistake and now won't you be friends?" She still held out her timid hand, and Mr.
"It has indeed," Stella agreed, her wrath rising, then went on respectfully, "but I must refuse to discuss anything about Count Roumovski at present. Please believe me that I do not wish to annoy you, dear Aunt Caroline. I only wish to do what is right, and I know it is right to break off my engagement with Eustace Medlicott." Mrs.
She wondered vaguely was it then very wicked to make love, since Sasha, too, like Eustace, seemed as if he were resisting something with all his strength? And unconsciously she pouted her red underlip, and Count Roumovski moved convulsively. "My sister's room is next to this," he said, "and yours is beyond. I have had only roses put there, because you are like a sweet June rose."
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