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Updated: June 27, 2025
Cleve: he had forgotten her existence, and it was a shock to him to meet her again. Good heavens, had he ever admired her? That white blanc-mange of a woman in her ruby-red French gown, cut open lower than one of Yvonne's without the saying of Yvonne's wiry slimness?
Yvonne d'Etaples was the incarnation of chic of fashionable elegance in Jacqueline's eyes. Her heart beat with pleasure when she thought how Belle and Dolly would envy her when she told them: "I have a myrtle-green riding-habit, just like Yvonne's." She danced rather than walked as they went together to Blackfern's. A habit was much nicer than a long gown.
We were still working over her when Nini appeared and said I was wanted below. When Yvonne's eyelashes began to flutter, I left Madame Guix and regained the kitchen, now become the head-quarters. More refugees! Would I let them come in? They were traveling without a map or guide and dared not venture along the roads at night.
Under ordinary circumstances Yvonne's broken and incoherent story would have annoyed Mrs. Burton. She had scant sympathy and could make but slight excuse for the neurotic persons who have no fortitude with which to meet life's inevitable disasters but expend all their energy in compassion for themselves.
She had been taught by a good master and her voice was pure and pliant, although as yet only half developed. The little concerts they gave their friends were really charming with Clifford's banjo, Gethryn's guitar, Thaxton's violin, Yvonne's voice and piano. Clifford made the programs. In Rowden, Yvonne was delighted to find a cultivated musician.
And after all, so far as Bernard himself is concerned, one is as good as another. He always has been jealous and always will be. But if all Chilmark credits us with the rather ignominious feat of betraying him, Lawrence will have to go." "Lawrence may have something to say to that." "He's not in love with me." Yvonne's eyes widened in genuine scepticism. "Oh dear, as if I shouldn't know!"
Clifford thoughtlessly threw it open, and a woman in evening dress, very decolletee, swept by him into the box, with a waft of sickly scented air. Yvonne leaned heavily on Gethryn's shoulder; the woman stopped in front of them. "Ah! here you are, then!" Yvonne's face was ghastly. "Nina," she whispered, "why did you come?"
But one glance had painted her portrait for him, tall and slender in a long sealskin coat of Yvonne's which was rulled and collared and flounced with fur, her glossy hair parted on one side and drawn back into what she called a soup-plate of plaits. Once only he directly addressed her, when Laura loosened her own sables. "Do undo your coat, won't you? It's hot tonight for September."
Mind!" On the landing I met Madame Guix already fully dressed. "Nous partons," was all I said. She understood and followed me towards Yvonne's room. The two children, their teeth chattering, looked towards us in terror. "Nini, put on the warmest clothes you possess and help Madame Guix to dress Yvonne. Then go to the kitchen and wait there without moving."
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