It would hurt him not to see them here when he
calls."
"You might have a separate cabinet," I suggested.
"A chamber of horrors?" she laughed. "No. It gives him more pleasure to
see them as they are--and a poor little freak doesn't get much out of
life."
She sighed, and picking up "A Present from Margate" kind of mug,
fingered it very tenderly.
I went away feeling angry. Was the woman bewitching me? And I felt
angrier still when I met Lady Kynnersley at dinner that evening. Luckily
I had only a few words with her. Had I done anything yet with regard to
Dale and the unmentionable woman? If I had told her that I had spent
a most agreeable afternoon with the enchantress, she would not have
enjoyed her evening. Like General Trochu of the Siege of Paris fame, I
said in my most mysterious manner, "I have my plan," and sent her into
dinner comforted.
But I had no plan. My next interview with Madame Brandt brought me no
further. We have established telephonic communications. Through the
medium of this diabolical engine of loquacity and indiscretion, I was
prevailed on to accompany her to a rehearsal of Anastasius's cats.
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