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But, it should be added that another and more creditable instinct did much to dictate Madame de Vallorbes' action at this juncture. As the days went by the attraction exercised over her by Richard Calmady suffered increase rather than diminution.
Paul Destournelle bent down and again examined him curiously. "C'est etonnant!" he repeated. He gave the prostrate body a contemptuous kick. "Dear madame, are you sufficiently avenged? Is it enough?" he inquired sneeringly. And vaguely, as from some incalculable distance, Richard heard Helen de Vallorbes' voice: "Yes it is a little affair of honour which dates from my childhood.
"So we have, though," exclaimed Lord Fallowfeild, half in relief, half in apology. "Very true was just thinking the same thing myself." While Mr. Ouayle, leaning forward, inquired with much sweetness: "To whom shall I talk? Madame de Vallorbes is far more profitably engaged in discussing her luncheon, than she could be in discussing any conceivable topic of conversation with such as I. And Dr.
If a woman marries a man with large political interests she must just give herself to them generously. It is very interesting, and one feels, of course, one is helping to make history. But still one has to sacrifice something. I hear next to nothing of what is going on the gossip, I mean. And so tell me, what do you hear about her, about Madame de Vallorbes?"
Helen de Vallorbes bent down, took the upturned face in both hands and kissed the soft cheeks with effusion. "You are adorable," she said. "But you are too generous. You shall lend me nothing more. I believe I see my way. I can scrape through this crisis." Miss St. Quentin rose to her feet.
Sea-greens, sea-blues, died in the heat of it, abashed and vanquished. But so did not Madame de Vallorbes' white lawn and lace peignoir, or her abundant hair, which Zélie Forestier trim of figure, and sour of countenance was in the act of dressing. These caught the fiery light and held it, so that from head to foot Helen appeared as an image of living gold.
Perhaps you have arrived at it all at last. Perhaps she is here," he said. And he turned away, steadying himself with one hand against the jamb of the window, and shuffled out slowly, laboriously, onto the balcony into the night. For a quite perceptible length of time Helen de Vallorbes continued to contemplate the light-visited surface of her crocus-yellow, silken lap.
It is further said that la belle Helène makes the dollars fly even more freely than did de Vallorbes in his best days, and he has the credit of having been something of a viveur. He knew not only his Paris, but his Baden-Baden, and his Naples, and various other warm corners where great and good men do commonly congregate.
It was a sight discouraging to sentiment. I judged it kinder not to go to supper with her after the performance that night." Richard paused, again drained his glass. "I beg your pardon," he said, "what atrocious nonsense I am talking!" "I think I rather enjoy it," Madame de Vallorbes answered. She looked at the young man sideways, from under her delicate eyelids.
"Believe me it's the very easiest thing out to accept, if you'll only look at it all from the right point of view, Helen." Madame de Vallorbes withdrew her right hand from her muff and laid it, almost timidly, upon the young man's arm. "Do you know, you are wonderfully dear to me, Dick?" she said, and her voice shook slightly. She was genuinely touched and moved.
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