Well, the first time Will fulfilled his promise to Dove was when he and
Annie Brunel, Mrs. Christmas and the Count (Hermann and another of the
Count’s servants being in another carriage), were rolling southwards in
the Dover express. Here and there he caught a glimpse of the moon, as
it loomed suddenly and nearly over the top of some tall embankment; but
somehow his attention was so much taken up by the young girl opposite
him, that Dove and her pretty request were in danger of being forgotten.
Besides themselves there was only a young Frenchman in the carriage—a
grave, handsome young man, with melancholy black eyes and a carefully
waxed moustache—who sate and covertly stared at Miss Brunel all the way.
Perhaps he had seen her in the theatre; but in any case, the beautiful,
clear, dark artist-face of the young actress, with its large deep eyes,
was quite sufficient to imbue a susceptible young Frenchman with a vague
sadness. Fortunately, she dropped a glove; and he, having picked it up
and handed it to her with a grave and earnest politeness, leant back in
his seat, apparently thrilled with a secret happiness.
The little party was in very good spirits; and Annie Brunel was
especially bright and cheerful in her subdued, motherly way. Will
suddenly found himself released from the irritating pleasure of having
to humour the whims and coax the moods of an almost childish, petulant,
pretty and engaging girl; and talking instead with one who seemed to
have a gift of beautifying and ennobling everything of which she spoke.
Whatever she mentioned, indeed, acquired a new importance in his eyes.
He had never discovered so many things of which he would like to know
more; he had never discovered that the things he did know, and the
places he had seen, and the people he had met, were so full of life, and
colour, and dramatic interest.
"You two people talk like children going off for holidays," said the
Count, disentangling himself from a series of discursive theatrical
reminiscences offered him by Mrs. Christmas.
"So we are," said Annie Brunel.
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