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Updated: June 3, 2025
Countess Shulski clasped her hands convulsively in her lap, and with all the pride and control of her voice there was a note of anguish, too, which would have touched any heart but one so firmly guarded as Francis Markrute's. "Ah, God!" she said so low that he could only just hear her, "I have paid the price of my body and soul once for them. It is too much to ask it of me a second time "
"I tell you what, Francis," he said presently, after the conversation had drifted from these topics and cigars and liqueurs had come, "I would like my cousin Ethelrida to meet Countess Shulski pretty soon. I don't know why, but I believe the two would get on." "There is no use suggesting any meetings until my niece returns from Paris," the financier said. "She will be in a different mood by then.
It seemed that six would never come. But now that you are here let me eat you eat you up!" And the thin, little arms, too long for the wizened body, clasped fondly round her neck as she lifted him, and carried him toward a seat where the three sat down to discuss their affairs. "I know nothing, you see, Mimo," the Countess Shulski said, "beyond that you arrived yesterday.
And then the time of the mother's first bad illness how they had watched and prayed, and Mimo had cried tears like a child, and the doctor had said the South was the only thing to help their angel's recovery. So to marry Ladislaus Shulski seemed the only way.
Her own meager income, derived from the dead Shulski, was always forestalled for the wants of the family the little brother whom she had promised her dead and adored mother never to desert.
Countess Shulski, however poorly dressed, was a person to whom servants were never impertinent; there was something in her bearing which precluded all idea of familiarity. It did not even strike Turner, or James, that her clothes were what none of the housemaids would have considered fit to wear when they went out.
All his plans were working; there must be no rush. Great emergencies required rush, but to build to the summit of one's ambitions, one must use calm and watchful care. Countess Shulski was seated in her uncle's drawing-room when Lord Tancred was announced. It was rather a severe room, purely French, with very little furniture, each piece a priceless work of art.
It was true then, when he had told her before Cowes that everything must be over. She had thought his silence since had only been sulking! But who was the creature? "Countess Shulski." Was it a Polish or Hungarian name? "Daughter of the late Maurice Grey." Which Grey was that? "Niece of Francis Markrute, Esquire, of Park Lane." Here was the reason money! How disgusting men were!
And he laughed nervously, Zara's face was so unresponsive. "Countess Shulski does not know the English ceremony, Jimmy," Tristram interrupted quickly, "nor what is a 'best man. Now, if we were only across the water we would have a rehearsal of the whole show as we did for Darrowood's wedding." "That must have been a joke," said Jimmy.
For this was the tune that her mother had loved, and she was playing it to remind herself of her promise and to keep herself firm in her determination to accept the bargain, for her little brother Mirko's sake. She glanced at Lord Tancred as he entered. Count Ladislaus Shulski had been a very handsome man, too. She did not know enough of the English type to judge of Lord Tancred morally.
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