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Verdayne had risen again and was once more pacing back and forth under the trees, as was his wont when troubled with painful memories. "But my mother you knew her!" "Yes, yes I knew your mother!" "Tell me about her!" A dull, hopeless agony came into the eyes of the older man. And so his Gethsemane had come to him again! Every life has this garden to pass through some, alas! again and yet again!
At last, he summoned Vasili to him and called for his own particular yellow wine the Imperial Tokayi and the old man filled the glasses. It was too much for Verdayne and all thoughts of Isabella were consigned to eternal oblivion as he remembered the time when he had sipped that wine with his Queen in the little hotel on the Bürgenstock. She would have no cause for jealousy his darling!
And Sir Paul Verdayne, kneeling by the bier, with its trappings of a kingdom's mourning, which hid beneath its rich adornment all the joy that life for twenty years had held for him, felt for the first time a sense of guilt, as he looked back upon his past. He did not regret his love. He could never do that!
"I'll bet you've got a date with that queen you were just talking to. Verdayne, you're the foxy one. Well, I can't say you haven't got good taste, anyhow, though she's a little too quiet for me." "Talking with whom?" inquired Paul, in a cold voice. "Why, that lady that just left here. She nearly ran into me getting away."
A quick and great desire to go to her aid, to gather her into his arms and comfort her, took possession of Verdayne. But great as his desire was, he forced it down, recognizing that the moment had not come for him to intervene.
And I have seen him almost every night, coming back to the hotel, only to disappear in his rooms, where he must spend many lonely hours." "Really, Daisy, you are much too interested in this Verdayne. When I was a girl, I never should have paid such close attention to the humour of a strange man. Don't you think that you are becoming altogether too attracted by this Englishman?" Mrs.
As this little scene had attracted more attention from those about him than pleased Verdayne, he indicated with a slight nod to the croupier to proceed, and calmly placed a pile of gold pieces of large denomination on the green double nought. The wheel spun. The ball clicked slower and slower.
Don't let my prejudices stand in your way again, for you are still young enough to be happy, and I shall be truly glad to welcome any wife any!" Verdayne did not reply. His eyes were studying the pattern of the rug beneath his feet. His mother's face flushed with embarrassment at the delicacy of the subject, but she stumbled on bravely.
The widow herself was graver and more matronly, yet there was much of the old Isabella left, and Verdayne was glad to see her. Lady Henrietta gave her a cordial invitation to visit Verdayne Place, which she readily accepted, passing many pleasant hours with the friend of her youth and helping to while away the long days that Verdayne found so tiresome when the Boy was away from him.
It was a friendship that the world often wondered about this strange intimacy between Paul Verdayne, the famous Member of Parliament, and the young man from abroad who called himself Paul Zalenska.
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