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It was all arranged with consummate simplicity. Paul was to start for a climb, he told his valet, and for a week they would leave Lucerne. Mme. Zalenska was not very well, it appeared, and consented to try, at the suggestion of the amiable manager inspired by Dmitry a few days in higher air.
None knew exactly where Monsieur Zalenska came from, and as they had long ago learned the futility of questioning either of the men about personal affairs, had at last reconciled themselves to never finding out.
Gilbert Ledoux, a reserved man evidently descended from generations of thinking people, was apparently worried, for his face bore unmistakable signs of some mental disturbance. Paul Zalenska was struck by the haunted expression of what must naturally have been a grave countenance. It was not guilt, for he had not the face of a man pursued by conscience, but it certainly was fear a real fear.
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.
And the Boy felt his blood tingle again at the memory of it. "But what did you say, Monsieur Zalenska pardon me Paul, I mean," and she laughed again, "what did you say as you rode home again?" The Boy shook his head with affected contrition. "Unfit to tell a lady!" he said. And the girl laughed again, pleased by his frankness. "Vowed eternal vengeance upon my luckless head, I suppose!"
She was older than he, too, and had known her world as he could not possibly know it, and yet she had bade him take the gifts of life when they came his way. And God help him! he had not done so! The next morning, Paul Zalenska rose early. He had not slept well. He was troubled with conflicting emotions, conflicting memories.
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.
And Paul Zalenska, surrounded by the messages from the past that had given him being, and looking at the ruin of his own life with eyes newly awakened to the immensity of his loss, bowed his face in his hands and wept like a heart-broken child over the falling of his house of cards. Ah! his mother had understood she had loved and suffered.
One has many desperate flirtations on board ship, but one isn't in any way bound to remember them. It is not always convenient. You may have foolishly remembered. I have forgotten!" "You have not forgotten. I say you have not, Opal." "We use surnames in society, Monsieur Zalenska?" "Opal!" appealingly. "Why such emotion, Monsieur?" mockingly.
And in a big mansion over in Berkeley Square Monsieur Paul Zalenska wondered and listened. It was a whole two weeks after the Boy's experience at the theatre, and though the echoes of that mysterious voice still rang through all his dreams at night, and most of his waking hours, he had not heard its lilt again. Paul Verdayne smiled to himself to note the youngster's sudden interest in society.
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