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Why, I have known her go on and make a success when she was ill enough to keep another woman in bed. It is a trick; she is not even at the hotel. No one knows where she is." The Governor, his last interview with Truda fresh in his recollection, asked curt questions. He was a man of direct mind.
"She is dear to us," he said. "And we are very grateful to you, Excellency." He was still watching her with a shrewd scrutiny, as though he made an estimate of her worth. "That was her mother?" asked Truda. "The dead woman in the street, I mean?" "Yes," answered the man. "That was her mother. Her father went the same way six months ago, but in another street."
He seemed relieved at the discovery. Truda was still staring at him, in a cold passion of horror. "My God!" she breathed; then turned from him with a shudder and knelt beside the child. "Go back to the carriage! Wait!" she bade him, with her back turned, and he was fain to obey her with his best speed.
"I shall not fail you, if it were only for this." "I am sure you will not fail your own people," he answered; "you do not come of traitors." He patted the baby's cheek with a couple of big fingers and turned to the door. "You do not come of traitors," he repeated, and then Truda was alone again with the child. But she did not go to it at once, to make sure of its company.
"Ah, Madame," he said, "if only one could cut an actress's heart out! The worst of them is, they are all woman, even the greatest." Truda smiled a little. "That is inconvenient, no doubt," she suggested. "Inconvenient!" He hoisted his shoulders in a mighty shrug. "It is devastating, Madame. See now!
She had followed her nurse's adjuration: "Lor, Miss Truda, never you make a face You might grow so!" Never since that day had Gertrude Winlow, an Honourable in her own right and in that of her husband, made a face, not even, it is believed, when her son was born. And then to find on the other side of Mr. Pendyce that puzzling Mrs.
Only one box was empty that of the Governor of the city, a Russian Prince whom Truda had met before; it was understood that he was away, and could not return till the following day. But for the rest the house was full; its expectancy made itself felt like an atmosphere till the curtain went up and the play began to shape itself.
At this rate you could unman an army." Truda smiled and withdrew her hand. "That was Prince Sarasin in the great box," she said. "Presently he will send his card in." Vaucher nodded. "That was he," he said. "He is Governor of this town. Madame will receive him? Or not?" "Oh yes; let him in to me," she answered. "He is an old friend of mine." Vaucher bowed.
The light was behind it, and it stood out in silhouette like a forced effect, and Truda, remarking it, frowned, for of late she found herself impatient of forced effects.
It was not till the curtain was down that the spell broke, and then crash upon crash roared the tumultuous applause of the audience. It was Vaucher who rushed forward, as Truda came from the stage, to kiss her hand extravagantly. "Ah! Madame!" he cried, looking up to her with his shrewd face working; "it is not for me to guide you. Do as you will by day, but be a genius at night.
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