‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. For the rest, she derived her ideas of the married state from the observed behavior of married women, which impressed her in Morningside Park as being tied and dull and inelastic in comparison with the life of the young, and from a remarkably various reading among books. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. Pity you aren’t under my command. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. “Where?” “To that ball.
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