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"If he were my son," he said, "it would be a different matter. If Audrey's child had lived " He stopped and gave the tall mare a light cut with his whip. He was evidently annoyed with himself for having spoken. A hot wave of colour submerged Emily. She felt it rush over her whole body. She turned her face away, hoping Walderhurst would not observe her.
Audrey's laugh, was silver-clear and sweet, like that of a forest nymph indeed. She was quite happy again, with all her half-formed doubts and fears allayed. They had never been of him, only of herself. The two sat within the green and swaying fountain of the willow, and time went by on eagle wings.
Throngs of promenaders moved under theatrical trees that waved their pale emerald against the velvet sky, and the ground floor of every edifice was a glowing café, whose tables, full of idle sippers and loungers, bulged out on to the broad pavements.... The momentary vision was shut off instantly as the taxis shot down the mouth of a dark narrow street; but it had been long enough to make Audrey's heart throb.
The place was in fact very like the showrooms of a cosmopolitan dressmaker after a vast trying-on. Sundry cosmopolitan dressmakers had contributed to the rich confusion. None had hesitated for an instant to execute Audrey's commands. They had all been waiting, apparently since the beginning of time, to serve her. All that district of Paris had been thus waiting.
A little of his unrest had gone. He felt encouraged, he had a new strength to go on. It was wonderful, he reflected, what the friendship of a woman could mean to a man. He was quite convinced that it was only friendship. He turned toward home reluctantly. Behind him was the glow of Audrey's fire, and the glow that had been in her eyes when he entered. If a man had such a woman behind him...
Only that morning the white-capped femme de chambre had said, with exaltation in her great eyes: "So! It is finished, Madame, or soon it will be in an hour or two." "It will be finished, Suzanne." "And Madame will go back to the life she lived before." Her eyes had turned to where, on the dressing-table, lay the gold fittings of Audrey's dressing-case.
Just as they were beginning to suck iced lemonade up straws a delightful caprice of Madame Piriac's, well suited to catch Audrey's taste the door opened softly, and a tall, very dark, bearded man, appreciably older than Madame Piriac, entered with a kind of soft energy, and Mr. Gilman followed him. "Ah! My friend!" murmured Madame Piriac. "You give me pleasure.
"'All the sensations there are! 'Everything!" Madame Piriac repeated Audrey's phrases. "One is forced to conclude that she has an appetite for life." "Yes," said Miss Ingate, "she wants the lion's share of it, that's what she wants. No mistake. But of course she's young." "I was never young like that." "Neither was I! Neither was I!" Miss Ingate asseverated.
He suddenly broke off as a smart automobile drove up to the cottage door and set down a tall, distinguished-looking man who after a glance at the little house walked quickly up the garden. Audrey's face showed surprise. "Mother!" she said, turning to Mrs. Greyle. "There's Lord Altmore here! He must want you. Or shall I go?" Mrs. Greyle quitted the room hastily.
It was water over the dam and it is no fault of Audrey's that she would probably have spelled it "damn." By noon she was fairly abject. She did not analyze her own anxiety, or why the recollection of her escapade, which would a short time before have filled her with a sort of unholy joy, now turned her sick and trembling. Then, in the middle of the afternoon, Clay called her up.
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