"What do you think of him, Nora?" the mother inquired.

"Think of whom?"

"This Mr. Courtlandt."

"Oh, I didn't pay much attention to him," carelessly. But once alone with

Celeste, she seized her by the arm, a little roughly. "Celeste, I love you

better than any outsider I know. But if you ever discuss that man in my

presence again, I shall cease to regard you even as an acquaintance. He

has come here for the purpose of annoying me, though he promised the

prefect in Paris never to annoy me again."

"The prefect!"

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"Yes. The morning I left Versailles I met him in the private office of the

prefect. He had powerful friends who aided him in establishing an alibi. I

was only a woman, so I didn't count."

"Nora, if I have meddled in any way," proudly, "it has been because I love

you, and I see you unhappy. You have nearly killed me with your

sphinx-like actions. You have never asked me the result of my spying for

you that night. Spying is not one of my usual vocations, but I did it

gladly for you."

"You gave him my address?" coldly.

"I did not. I convinced him that I had come at the behest of Flora

Desimone. He demanded her address, which I gave him. If ever there was a

man in a fine rage, it was he as he left me to go there. If he found out

where we lived, the Calabrian assisted him, I spoke to him rather plainly

at tea. He said that he had had nothing whatever to do with the abduction,

and I believe him. I am positive that he is not the kind of man to go that

far and not proceed to the end. And now, will you please tell Carlos to

bring my dinner to my room?"

The impulsive Irish heart was not to be resisted. Nora wanted to remain

firm, but instead she swept Celeste into her arms. "Celeste, don't be

angry! I am very, very unhappy."

If the Irish heart was impulsive, the French one was no less so. Celeste

wanted to cry out that she was unhappy, too.

"Don't bother to dress! Just give your hair a pat or two. We'll all three

dine on the balcony."

Celeste flew to her room. Nora went over to the casement window and stared

at the darkening mountains. When she turned toward the dresser she was

astonished to find two bouquets. One was an enormous bunch of violets. The

other was of simple marguerites. She picked up the violets. There was a

card without a name; but the phrase scribbled across the face of it was

sufficient. She flung the violets far down into the grape-vines below. The

action was without anger, excited rather by a contemptuous indifference.

As for the simple marguerites, she took them up gingerly. The arc these

described through the air was even greater than that performed by the

violets.




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