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She turned away with an almost tragic scorn, and seizing the tapisserie, which was part of the Contessa's mise en scene, flung a long strip of the many-coloured embroidery over her arm, and began to work with a sort of savage energy. The Contessa watched her movements with a sudden pause in her own excitement.
To this the Contessa demurred, but, after a little while, being in a yielding humour, gave way. "It is for the play alone," she said in an undertone, raising her finger in admonition, "You will remember, my child, for the play alone." "We are all going for the play alone," said Sir Tom, cheerfully. "Here is Lucy, who is a baby for a play.
Eleanor was lying on a deck-chair, smiling often, and at ease. Lucy sat a little apart, busy with her embroidery. She very seldom talked, but Eleanor could not make a movement or feel a want without her being aware of it. 'But, Madame, I cannot allow you to make an enemy out of me! said Manisty to the Contessa, resuming the conversation.
It is one of my possibilities which are over one of the things which you remember of me in other days " "So far back as March," said Sir Tom; "but we all recognise that in a lady's calendar that may mean a century." "Put it in the plural, mon ami centuries, that is more correct," said the Contessa, with her dazzling smile.
I wish that I might have a gymnastique, trapeze, what-you-call it, in that long gallery; it would be heaven." The Contessa uttered an easy exclamation meaning nothing, which translated into English would have been a terrible oath. "Do not do it, in the name of they will be shocked, oh, beyond everything."
"That would be a good joke," she said. "How nice it is that the dear Contessa takes so warmly to our Tilling ways. So amusing she was about the commissions Figgis had given her. But a wee bit satirical, do you think?" This ought to put Diva in a good temper, for there was nothing she liked so much as a few little dabs at somebody else. "She is rather satirical," said Diva.
Now, though Bice was so dear, the Contessa had still a great many resources of her own, and was neither old nor tired of life. She would make herself a new career even without Bice, in which there might still be much interest especially with the aid of a settled income. The careless speech about the sous was not without an eloquence of its own.
The Contessa moderated her voice. "I see; she looks vexed, your Miss Mapp. I think she must have heard, and I will be very nice to her afterwards. Why does not one of you gentlemen marry her? I see I shall have to arrange that. The sweet little Scotch clergyman now; little men like big wives. Ah! Married already is he to the mouse? Then it must be you, Captain Flint.
I never heard Grisi, but I know every note Patti's got in her voice; and I want to compare, don't you know?" The Contessa contemplated the young man with a sort of indulgent smile like a mother who withholds a toy. "When are you going away?" she said. "You will soon go back to your dear London, to your clubs and all your delights." "Oh, come, Countess," repeated Montjoie, "that isn't kind.
He might even be devoted, from force of habit." Nina, furious, told herself that she did not believe one word that this spiteful woman was saying, but it made an impression all the same, which was, of course, exactly what the contessa wanted. "Tornik, too, needs a fortune badly," Maria Potensi went on piercing neatly. "It is hard, over here with us, that men acquire fortunes only by marriage.
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