It is not your day, and I
am expecting Gustav at any moment, I have left word that he is to be
shown up here. There, my hand for one moment, not so roughly, sir. And
now tell me why you came."
"On a diplomatic errand, my dear cousin. I must see Miss Poynton."
She touched a bell.
"I will send for her," she said. "I shall not let you see her alone. She
is much too good-looking, and you are far too impressionable!"
He looked at her reproachfully.
"Angele," he said, "you speak so of a young English miss--to me, Henri
de Bergillac--to me who have known--who knows----"
She interrupted him laughing. The exaggerated devotion of his manner
seemed to amuse her.
"My dear Henri!" she said. "I do not believe that even a young English
miss is safe from you. But attend! She comes."
Phyllis entered the room and came towards them. She was dressed in
black, and she was still pale, but her eyes and mouth were wholly
without affinity to the class of young person whom Henri had expected to
see. He rose and bowed, and Phyllis regarded him with frank interest.
"Phyllis," the Marquise said, "this is the Vicomte de Bergillac, and he
brings you messages from some one or other.
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