THE UNSPEAKABLE GENTLEMAN
"Then in the name of heaven ride on," I said, and added as an afterthought, "and turn out to the side if you see anyone coming."
The pleasure I took in seeing him leave was not entirely unalloyed. As I walked to the oak thicket where Mademoiselle was waiting, I even had some vague idea of calling him back, for I do not believe in doing anyone a turn that is worse than necessary. Yet there was only one other way I could think of to keep him silent, besides sending him where he was going. She was feeding the horse handfuls of grass.
"It is quite all right, Mademoiselle," I said. "Let us move to the house. It may be more comfortable in the doorway."
We stood silently for a while, listening to the wind and the dull monotonous roar of the surf, while the night grew blacker. I listened attentively, but there was no sound. Surely he was coming.
"Tell me, Monsieur," said Mademoiselle, "what sort of woman was your mother?"
Unbidden, a picture of her came before me, that seemed strangely out of place
"She was very beautiful," I said.
She sighed.
"And very proud," said Mademoiselle.
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