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Updated: June 14, 2025
The subject of her thoughts, she felt sure, could no longer be in Langres. Fortunately, one can shift his thought-scenes around the world in a twinkling. Paul, on the other hand, had spent some seven dragging hours on his journey to Paris. The next morning as she glanced over the columns of the Matin, the Countess exclaimed: "Voila! Sir Paul Verdayne is at the Hôtel du Rhin.
Paul Verdayne was prevented by his father's ill health from accompanying him to Austria, as had been the original plan. Opal had asked of the Boy during that last strange hour they had spent together that he should make this visit, and bow obediently to the call of destiny as she had done.
The fit of a hunting-coat, the pace of a horse, were things of more importance, but he scraped through his "Smalls" and his "Mods," and was considered by his friends to be anything but a fool. As for his mother the Lady Henrietta Verdayne she thought him a god among men!
He was no longer bored as earlier in the afternoon, and he carried the assurance of enthusiasm and interest in his every glance and motion. People smiled at the solitary figure, and whispered that he must have lost Verdayne. But for once in his life, the Boy was not looking for his friend. But neither did he find the voice!
Sir Paul Verdayne reached Lucerne on the afternoon of the next day. He was as eager as a boy for the reunion with his son. How he loved the Boy his Boy the living embodiment of a love that seemed to him greater than any other love the world had ever known. The storm had ceased and in the brilliancy of the afternoon sunshine little trace of the fury of the night could be seen.
Then, though Paul pressed her, she would say no more. "Come," she said after a brief pause, "my brother is in the library. You must know him." And she led the way through a short passage to a room beyond. A handsome man of about thirty-five, who resembled Mademoiselle strikingly, rose as they entered. "Peter," she said, "this gentleman is Sir Paul Verdayne.
After all, it is just what I have long wished though I never dreamed for such good fortune as that it would be Sir Paul Verdayne. She'll simply have to forgive me" and the Countess smilingly hummed an old Dalmatian love-song as she left the room. Meanwhile, Paul paced the floor of his sitting-room impatiently while Baxter packed his luggage.
He had felt it from the very first, and now he was sure of it. How would it end? How could it end? Paul Zalenska was very young oh, very young, indeed! The next day Verdayne and his young companion were introduced to Mr. Ledoux and his guest.
"Accept the invitation, Father Paul, by all means!" It was a cordial party in which Paul Verdayne and his young companion found themselves on the following evening a simple family gathering, graciously presided over by Opal's stepmother.
He had never even heard her name before to-day, but he hated her, wherever she might be! "There is a legend they tell out there that is very pretty and appropriate," went on Verdayne, dreamily.
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