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Madame Frabelle said she had; though she had a certain little tenderness, half of a motherly kind, for Bruce, she far preferred his society in a comfortable house. She didn't really think he was the ideal companion for the open air. And he was struck, as he had often been before, by her curious way of contradicting herself in conversation.
We'll have about eight people, shall we? 'She must sit next to me, on my left, Bruce observed. 'And not lilies of the valley she doesn't like the scent. Madame Frabelle was usually designated between them by the personal pronoun only. 'All right. But what was the delicate, difficult matter that someone consulted you about, Bruce? 'Ah, I was just coining to that.... Hush! The door opened.
Anything about the Court he saw, at a glance, would genuinely interest Madame Frabelle. Edith was amused as she saw that lady becoming more and more convinced of Landi's importance, and of his respectful admiration. Long before dinner was over there was no doubt that everyone was delighted with Madame Frabelle. She talked so well, suited herself to everyone, and simply charmed them all. Yet why?
'Madame Frabelle may be right, you know, said Bruce. She leant back, smiling. 'I know I'm right! There's simply no question about it. 'Well, what do you think we ought to do about it? said Edith. 'He goes to a preparatory school now where they don't have any music lessons at all. 'All the better, she answered. 'The sort of lessons he would get at a school would be no use to him.
Long arguments, that grew quite heated and excited at luncheon or dinner, about the origin of a word, the author of a book, and various debatable questions of the kind, invariably ended, after reference to a dictionary or an encyclopaedia, in Madame Frabelle proving herself, with an air of triumph, to be completely and entirely wrong. She was as generally positive as she was fatally mistaken.
Her name was Miss Radford, and she was thirty-eight. She had very red cheeks, and curly black hair. She had screamed with laughter from disappointment at hearing Mrs Ottley was out; and shrieked at hearing that Madame Frabelle had been deputed to receive them in her place. Mrs Mitchell had whispered that she was a most interesting person, and Madame Frabelle thought she certainly was.
Madame Frabelle, who was getting sufficiently irritable to be epigrammatic, said that she never cared to know what the weather was going to be; the weather in England was generally bad enough when it came without the added misery of knowing about it beforehand. Bruce complained that she was too Continental.
A day or two later Edith received a letter from Lady Conroy, saying: 'MY DEAR EDITH, Thank you so much for your nice letter. I remember now, of course, Madame Frabelle was a friend of the Mitchells, whom I know so well, and like so much. What dears they are! Please remember me to them. I knew that she had a friend who was a clergyman, but I wasn't quite sure who it was.
'Oh, I think so; or I wouldn't have said it. Edith was really growing more and more loyal in her friendship. There certainly was something about Madame Frabelle that everybody, clever and stupid alike, seemed to be attracted by. Later Edith received a telephone call from Landi.
As to Miss Coniston, she was enraptured with Eglantine. Madame Frabelle arranged to go and see her little exhibition of tooled leather, and coaxed out of the shy girl various details about the celebrity, who at present had an ambulance in France. She adored reciting, and Miss Coniston, to gratify her, offered to recite a poem by Emile Cammaerts on the spot. As to Mr.
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