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Updated: June 14, 2025
Miss Vallincourt was treating Davilof with an airy negligence that to June's honest and candid soul seemed altogether incompatible with such circumstances.
But the old woman realised that she had passed through a long period of strain, and that, now the reaction had come, the Vallincourt blood in her might drive her into almost any extreme of conduct. "If only Michael were on the spot!" she burst out irritably. "I own I'm disappointed in the man! I was so sure six months would bring him to his senses." "I know," assented Gillian miserably.
It's Magda Oh, good God! Can't you understand?" "You love Miss Vallincourt?" June spoke in carefully measured accents. She felt that if she did not speak very quietly indeed she should scream. She wanted to laugh, too. It sounded so absurd to be asking her husband if he loved Miss Vallincourt! Dan's eyes met her own. "Yes," he said. "I love her."
The child of Hugh Vallincourt spoke in that impassive summing up of the situation and Lady Arabella, with her intimate knowledge of both Hugh and his sister Catherine, would have ascribed it instantly to the Vallincourt strain in her god-daughter. To Gillian, however, to whom the Vallincourts were nothing more than a name, the strange submissiveness of it was incomprehensible.
Don't you think if you tried you could conquer this love of yours for Miss Vallincourt?" He shook his head. "It's conquered me, June. It's it's torture!" "It will be easier now she's gone away," she suggested. "Gone away? . . . Aye, as far as London! And in five hours I could be with her see her again " He broke off.
But the strain of her passionate, joy-loving mother which crossed with it tempered the tendency toward quite such drastic self-immolation as had appealed to Hugh Vallincourt. To Magda, Michael had come to mean the beginning and end of everything the pivot upon which her whole existence hung.
Magda could imagine no reason for the antagonism which she sensed in the steady scrutiny of those light-blue eyes. As far as she was concerned, the Mother Superior was an entire stranger, without incentive either to like or dislike her. But to the woman who, while she had been in the world, had been known as Catherine Vallincourt, the name of Magda Wielitzska was as familiar as her own.
Dan turned on her with sudden savagery. His nerves were raw. "You speak as though you were disappointed," he said roughly. "No. But if you care for Miss Vallincourt and she cares for you, I'm wondering what stopped you." "She doesn't care for me" shortly. June felt a thrill of pure joy. If Magda didn't care, then she could win him back win back her husband!
She hid them hastily at the sound of his footsteps, substituting one of his own socks that stood in need of repair. Not yet could she share with him that wonderful secret joy which was hers. There must be a clearer understanding between them first. They must get back to where they were before Miss Vallincourt came between them, so that nothing might mar the sweetness of the telling.
He found himself brought up forcibly once more against the inevitable consequences of his marriage with Diane, and reasoned that through his weakness in making such a woman his wife, he had let loose on the world a feminine thing dowered with the seductiveness of a Delilah and backed here came in the exaggerated family pride ingrained in him by all the added weight and influence of her social position as a Vallincourt.
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