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It's you, ma cherie, you've brought Ulysses home again and the slaughter has begun!" she blew a cloud of smoke triumphantly from her lips and threw herself into a chair beside the bed. Imogen, rising on her elbow, plunged excitedly into the story of the Roux interview, which Miss Broadwood heard with the keenest interest, frequently interrupting her with exclamations of delight.
She sat with her back to him, as did Eugene. "You have changed, I think, since last summer," he heard her say, reflectively. "For the worse, ma cherie?" Joe's expression might have been worth seeing when Eugene said "ma cherie," for it was known in the Louden household that Mr. Bantry had failed to pass his examination in the French language. "No," she answered.
"Ah, ma chérie! How is the poor little foot?" And turning to Delafield, she explained volubly that Thérèse had given herself a slight twist on the stairs that morning, pressing the child to her side the while with a tender gesture. The child nestled against her. "Shall maman keep back supper?" Thérèse half whispered, looking at Delafield.
Tragic grief gazed from her eyes and Karen's eyes echoed it. "Forgive me, Tante, I have hurt you. I have been stupid," she spoke almost dully; but Madame von Marwitz was looking into the eyes, deep wells of pain and self-reproach. "Yes, you have hurt me, ma chérie," she replied, leaning now her cheek against Karen's head.
Toby's face lighted up for a second, and then clouded again. She glanced at him doubtfully. "If Paris amuses you " she ventured. "Paris does not amuse me," said Saltash emphatically. "Have a cigarette, ma chère, while I go and dress." "Can I help you dress?" said Toby, with a touch of wistfulness. "I have put everything ready." His odd eyes flashed her a smile. "Not here, chérie, not now.
Suddenly, and more clearly, the voice spoke again. "We must climb, chérie, we must climb. We dare not stay upon these rocks. It is steep for your little feet, but to remain here is to die. Alors, we will say our prayers and go. Le bon Dieu will keep us safe. And we have been pals since so long." A softer note in the last sentence made her aware that he was smiling. She bent a little above him.
For this was undoubtedly a very great honor that the factor was conferring on him. And yet, deep down in his heart, he was filled with suspicion. When DeBar was about to leave the next morning, Pierrot said: "Tell m'sieu that I will leave for Lac Bain the day after tomorrow." After DeBar had gone, he said to Nepeese: "And you shall remain here, ma cherie. I will not take you to Lac Bain.
After a little she commanded herself sufficiently to speak through her tears. "Bertie, you once said that there was no goodness without Love. Then why why is Love wrong?" "Love is not wrong, chérie." Instant and reassuring came his answer. "Let us be true to Love, and we are true to God.
"But what is it, CHERIE?" said little Suzanne, now genuinely alarmed, for Marguerite's colour had become dull and ashen. "Are you ill, Marguerite? What is it?" "Nothing, nothing, child," she murmured, as in a dream. "Wait a moment . . . let me think . . . think! . . . You said . . . the Scarlet Pimpernel had gone today . . . ?" "Marguerite, CHERIE, what is it? You frighten me. . . ."
Her eyes mused on the girl's face, tenderly brooded and understood. And Karen's voice and look had asked her not to understand. "Ah, that is right; that is a wife," she murmured. "Though, believe me, chérie, I did not know that I was so transgressing." And turning her glance on Gregory, "Je vous fais mes compliments," she added.
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