'He wants a war elopement, I see,' said Landi. 'Mais ca ne se fait pas!'
'Then what am I to say?'
'Rien.'
'But, Landi, you know I shan't really ever...'
'Would it give you pleasure to see him married to the Spanish girl?'
'She's not exactly Spanish--she only looks it. Don't laugh like that!'
'I don't know why, but Spain seems always to remind me of something
ridiculous. Onions--or guitars.'
'Well, I shouldn't mind her nearly so much as anyone else.'
'You don't mind her,' said Landi. 'Vous savez qu'il ne l'epouse pas?
What would you dislike him to do most?'
'I think I couldn't bear anyone else to take my place exactly,' admitted
Edith.
'C'est ca! you don't want him to be in love with another married woman
with a husband like Bruce? Well, my dear, he won't. There is no other
husband like Bruce.
Landi promised to consider the question, and she arranged to go and see
him at his studio before seeing Aylmer again.
* * * * *
As they went out of the house Miss Coniston ran after Madame Frabelle
and said eagerly:
'Oh, do tell me again; you say _soupe a la vinaigre_ is marvellously
nourishing and economical.
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