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"Oh, Streff is it really all?" "A question of time? If you doubt it, I'd like to see you try, for a while, in those two rooms without a servant; and then let me hear from you. Why, my dear, it's only a question of time in a palace, with a steam yacht lying off the door-step, and a flock of motors in the garage; look around you and see.
"It's going to be easier than I imagined," she thought. Aloud she rejoined: "Oh, Streff how you're always going to find me out! Where on earth shall I ever hide from you?" "Where?" He echoed her laugh, laying his hand lightly on hers. "In my heart, I'm afraid." In spite of the laugh his accent shook her: something about it took all the mockery from his retort, checked on her lips the: "What?
One doesn't run across a bridal pair every day...." She lifted her eyes to his puzzled incredulous face. Poor Streff! No, it was not with him that she was angry. Why should she be? Even that ill-advised disclosure had told her nothing she had not already known about him.
On the balcony, late in the evening, while the others were listening indoors to the low modulations of a young composer who had embroidered his fancies on Browning's "Toccata," Susy found her chance. Strefford, unsummoned, had followed her out, and stood silently smoking at her side. "You see, Streff oh, why should you and I make mysteries to each other?" she suddenly began.
"Ah, well," her companion agreed, "I rather think that for a tete-a-tete he's better company." During their repast in a little restaurant over the Seine, where she insisted on the cheapest dishes because she was lunching with "Streff," he became again his old whimsical companionable self.
Come, give me a hand, Streff and you the other, Fred-" she began to hum the first bars of Donna Anna's entrance in Don Giovanni. "Pity I haven't got a black cloak and a mask...." "Oh, your face will do," said Strefford, laying his hand on her arm. She drew back, flushing crimson. Breckenridge and the Prince had sprung on ahead, and Gillow, lumbering after them, was already halfway up the stairs.
Once his word was pledged, he was safe: otherwise there was no limit to his capacity for wilful harmfulness. "Look here, Streff, you and I know that Ellie hasn't been away for a cure; and that if poor Clarissa was sworn to secrecy it was not because it 'worries father' to think that mother needs to take care of her health." She paused, hating herself for the ironic note she had tried to sound.
"Oh, Streff you're dreaming! That lump of a girl with spectacles and thick ankles! Poor Mrs. Hicks used to say to Nick: 'When Mr. Hicks and I had Coral educated we presumed culture was in greater demand in Europe than it appears to be." "Well, you'll see: that girl's education won't interfere with her, once she's started. So then: if Nick came in and told you he was going off "
He shrugged ironically. "It's not Streff who's asking you now. Streff was not a marrying man: he was only trifling with you. The present offer comes from an elderly peer of independent means. Think it over, my dear: as many days out as you like, and five footmen kept. There's not the least hurry, of course; but I rather think Nick himself would advise it."
"What's the use, Streff, dear? With all those jewels locked away in London " "Oh, I daresay you'll think them old-fashioned. And, hang it, why shouldn't I give you something new, I ran across Ellie and Bockheimer yesterday, in the rue de la Paix, picking out sapphires. Do you like sapphires, or emeralds? Or just a diamond? I've seen a thumping one.... I'd like you to have it."
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