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"Robbery, probably. We have no idea what were Yvonne's winnings that night or of the money she had in her bag." "Yes, we do know," was The Sparrow's reply. "According to the police report, Yvonne, on her return home, went to her room, carrying her bag, which she placed upon her dressing-table. Then, after removing her cloak and hat, she went downstairs again and out on to the veranda.
If Captain Hyde had admired her in her Chilmark muslin, what would he think of flounce and fold of rose-point of Alencon under Yvonne's perfumed furs? And then she blushed again because the yearning in his eyes made her wonder if he cared after all whether she wore lace or cotton. Everything was so strange! Strangest of all it was, to the brink of unreality, that Laura evidently remained blind.
She had asked Peggy to invoke the compassion and aid of the other girls and to do what she could for Yvonne herself. To Peggy's strength, to the freedom and the courage of her outlook upon life, Yvonne's tragic story had appealed strongly, but more Yvonne's timidity.
Knowledge of Aline justified such inferences within bounds. With other charms she had all these, and must have got them from ancestral sources as truly Mlle. Corinne's and Mlle. Yvonne's as hers. "Oh, of course," he pondered, "there are contrary possibilities. They may easily fall short, far short, of her, in outer graces, and show their kinship only in a reflection of her inner fineness.
Gethryn lighted a cigarette and began to unstrap his field glasses. "Take these, Yvonne," he said, handing them to her while he adjusted her own tiny gold ones. Yvonne's cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled under the little mask, as she leaned over the velvet railing and gazed at the bewildering spectacle below.
Do you think that Yvonne's sense of right and wrong, of honesty and treachery, should have been keener than that primeval instinct of a simple-hearted woman to throw herself trustingly into the arms of the man who has succeeded in winning her love? Yvonne, subdued, enchanted, murmured still through her tears: "What would milor have me do?" Lord Kulmsted rose from his knees satisfied.
His eyes were too close together, and he was over-lavish with a weak, cunning smile Even Agravaine, who was in the mood to like the whole family, if possible, for Yvonne's sake, could not help feeling that appearances were against this particular exhibit.
Before a house in the Rue Rossette he paused, and ascending to a flat on the third floor, rang the bell. The door was slowly opened by an elderly, rather shabbily-attired Italian. It was Yvonne's late servant at the Villa Amette, Giulio Cataldi. The old man drew back on recognizing his visitor. "Well, Cataldi!" exclaimed the well-dressed adventurer cheerily. "I'm quite a stranger am I not?
The girl's lover, a gardener from an estate nearby, showed it jubilantly from group to group, and Philidor's fame was again established. It could not in any truth be said that Yvonne's orchestra was a symphonic success, for she jangled her mandolin horribly out of tune, and blew her mouth-organ atrociously.
There was a difference in their relations, indefinable yet quite obvious to them both, a reserve on Philidor's part, marked by consideration and deference; on Yvonne's a gentleness and amiability which showed him how companionable she could be.
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