Americans -- Europe -- Fiction; British -- Europe -- Fiction; Male friendship -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
said you could say one thing for me, at any rate--that I did n’t tell
fibs. You were very nice to me at Baden,” Blanche went on, with her
little intent smile, laying her hand in that of her hostess. “You see,
I have never forgotten it. So, to keep up my reputation, I must tell the
truth about Gordon. He simply said he would n’t come--voila! He gave no
reason and he did n’t send you any pretty message. He simply declined,
and he went out somewhere else. So you see he is n’t writing letters. I
don’t know where he can have gone; perhaps he has gone to the theatre.
I know it is n’t proper to go to the theatre on Sunday evening; but
they say charity begins at home, and as Gordon’s does n’t begin at home,
perhaps it does n’t begin anywhere. I told him that if he would n’t come
with me I would come alone, and he said I might do as I chose--that he
was not in a humor for making visits. I wanted to come to you very much;
I had been thinking about it all day; and I am so fond of a visit like
this in the evening, without being invited. Then I thought perhaps you
had a salon--does n’t every one in Paris have a salon? I tried to have a
salon in New York, only Gordon said it would n’t do. He said it was n’t
in our manners. Is this a salon to-night, Mrs. Vivian? Oh, do say it
is; I should like so much to see Captain Lovelock in a salon! By good
fortune he happened to have been dining with us; so I told him he must
bring me here. I told you I would explain, Captain Lovelock,” she added,
“and I hope you think I have made it clear.”
The Captain had turned very red during this wandering discourse. He sat
pulling his beard and shifting the position which, with his stalwart
person, he had taken up on a little gilded chair--a piece of furniture
which every now and then gave a delicate creak.
“I always understand you well enough till you begin to explain,” he
rejoined, with a candid, even if embarrassed, laugh. “Then, by Jove,
I ‘m quite in the woods. You see such a lot more in things than most
people. Does n’t she, Miss Vivian?”
“Blanche has a fine imagination,” said Angela, smiling frankly at the
charming visitor.
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