The thought of returning to France added to Blanche's happiness. Oh, to
see her mother and Jeanne and Louise again! How good it would be! There
had been times during the past few weeks when she felt as if she could
not bear to be separated from them any longer. But in Paris they could
come to see her; perhaps Monsieur Berthier would let her mother and the
girls pass a few weeks with her. Of course, she would be with them in
Boulogne for the summer. When she spoke of this to Jules, however, he
said nothing. He had in mind other plans, a possible engagement at one
of the French watering places; but he thought it best not to refer to
this at present. He realized the importance of making as much money as
possible and as quickly as possible. There was no knowing how long his
wife's nerve would last. If she only held out for a few years longer,
they could make a fortune in Australia and America. Then they could
retire, and live comfortably in Paris for the rest of their lives. He
expected to earn a great deal of money in America; but he had reasons
for not speaking of that country at all for the present.
The two weeks during which Blanche was enjoying her new happiness were
an exciting time for Mrs. Tate, who felt as if she were responsible for
the success of her _protégée's_ return to her former place in the
Hippodrome. Every day she repaired to Upper Bedford Place and held long
conferences with Blanche. Everything promised well, she thought. Jules
showed no signs of returning to the thraldom of Lottie King. How
providential, Mrs. Tate thought, the quarrel between them had been! She
did not know that, even before his break with her, Jules had begun to
tire of the diver's domineering manner and of her habit of ridiculing
him; moreover, he had at last perceived that she was only playing with
him. This had helped to prejudice him against her performance, and as
the novelty of the performance wore off, he saw that it was far inferior
in daring and skill to his wife's magnificent plunge. This had never
lost its fascination for him, and now, as he assisted Blanche in her
daily exercises he felt the old thrill at its brilliancy and his own
sense of importance in having a part in it.
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