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On dirait du satin._ Confound Antoinette! She had the
audacity, too, to come down with bare feet. It was a revelation
of pink, undreamedof loveliness in tus.
I repeat she is indecently beautiful. A chit of a girl of
eighteen (for that I learn is her age) has no right to flaunt the
beauty that should be the appanage of the woman of seven and
twenty. She should be modestly wellfavoured, as becomes her
childish stage of development. She looked incongruous among my
sober books, and I regarded her with some resentment. I dislike
the exotic. I prefer geraniums to orchids. I have a row of pots
of the former on my balcony, and the united efforts of Stenson,
Antoinette, and myself have not yet succeeded in making them
bloom; but I love the unassuming velvety leaves. Carlotta is a
flaring orchid and produces on my retina a sensation of disquiet.
I broke the tidings of the tragedy as gently as I could. I had
news of Harry, I said, gravely. She merely looked interested and
asked me when he was coming.
I'm afraid he will never come, said I.
If he does not come, then I can stay here with you?
Her eyes betrayed a quiver of anxiety. For the life of me I
could not avoid the ironical.
If you will condescend to dwell as a member of my family beneath
my humble roof.
The irony was lost on her. She uttered a joyous little cry and
held out both her hands to me. Her eyes danced.
Oh, I am glad he is not coming. I don't like him any more. I
love to stay here with you.
I took both the hands in mine. Mortal man could not have done
otherwise.
Have you thought why it is that you will never see Harry again?
She shook her beautiful head and held it to one side and puckered
up her brows, like a wistful terrier.
Is he dead?
Would it grieve you, if he were?
Noo, she replied, thoughtfully.
Then, said I, dropping her hands and turning away, Harry is
dead.
She stood silent for a couple of minutes, regarding the row of
pink toes that protruded beneath the peignoir. At last her bosom
shook with a sigh. She glanced up at me sweetly.
I am so glad, she said.
That is all she has vouchsafed to say with regard to the unhappy
young man. She was so glad! She has not even asked how he met
his death. She has simply accepted my statement. Harry is dead.
He has gone out of her life like yesterday's sunshine or

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