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"I think I'll go now, and get it over, if she will be in. Could I telephone and ask?" He did so and received the reply from Turner that Countess Shulski was at home, but could not receive his lordship until half-past four o'clock. "Damn!" said that gentleman as he put the receiver down, and Francis Markrute turned away to hide his smile.
"Then perhaps there are some terrible scenes, connected with her first husband's murder, which she can't forget. The Crow told me Count Shulski was shot at Monte Carlo, in a fray of some sort." "That must be it, of course!" said Ethelrida, much relieved. "Then she will get over it in time. And surely Tristram will be able to make her love him, and forget them.
"In the beginning, if I could have found him I would have killed him, as you know, but now the carrion can live, since my sister is dead. He is not worth powder and shot." The Countess Shulski gave the faintest shrug of her shoulders, while her eyes grew blacker with resentment. She did not speak.
And even though Zara Shulski knew of just how little value was anything he said or did yet his astonishing charm always softened her irritation toward his fecklessness. So she repeated more gently: "What then?" Mimo got up and flung out his arms in a dramatic way. "It cannot be!" he said.
The sun had completely set now and it was damp and cold, with the dead leaves, and the sodden autumn feeling in the air. Zara Shulski shivered, in spite of the big cloak, as she peered into the gloom of the trees, when she got nearly to the Achilles statue. The rendezvous had been for six o'clock; it was now twenty minutes past, and it was so bad for Mirko to wait in the cold.
Morley had told her sister who had come in to tea how beautiful Countess Shulski was and how very regal looking, "but she had on such plain, almost shabby, black clothes, Minnie dear, and a small black toque, and then the most splendid sable wrap those very grand people do have funny tastes, don't they?
Meanwhile Countess Shulski had turned once more to Sir Philip Armstrong, the railway magnate. He was telling her about Canada and she listened with awakening interest: how there were openings for every one and great fortunes could be made there by the industrious and persevering. "It has not come to a point, then, when artists could have a chance, I suppose?" she asked.
It is, I fear, a poor neighborhood." "No worse than Madame Dubois'," Mimo hastened to reassure her, "and London is giving me new ideas." Mirko coughed harshly with a dry sound. Countess Shulski drew him closer to her and held him tight. "You got the address from the Grisoldi? He was a kind little old man, in spite of the garlic," she said.
And," continued Lady Betty, now rising majestically and pointing an accusing forefinger at Emily and Mary, "Countess Shulski was your sister-in-law's name!" "Oh, hush, Betty!" said Emily, almost angrily. "You must not say such things. There might have been a lot of Count Shulskis. Foreigners are all counts."
"Tell the Countess Shulski I wish to speak to her here immediately, please," he said. "Ask her to descend at once." But he had to walk up and down several times, and was growing impatient, before the door opened and a woman came slowly into the room. The financier paused in his restless pacing as he heard the door open and stood perfectly still, with his back to the light.
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