The things we do!

"She never kisses me at home!" One day when Lord Kew with Florac and Clive
were playing with the children, Antoinette said, "Pourquoi ne venez-vous
plus chez nous, M. de Kew? And why does mamma say you are a lache? She
said so yesterday to ces messieurs. And why does mamma say thou art only
a vaurien, mon cousin? Thou art always very good for me. I love thee
better than all those messieurs. Ma tante Florac a ete bonne pour moi a
Paris aussi--Ah! qu'elle a ete bonne!"
"C'est que les anges aiment bien les petits cherubins, and my mother is
an angel, seest thou," cries Florac, kissing her.
"Thy mother is not dead," said little Antoinette, "then why dost thou
cry, my cousin?" And the three spectators were touched by this little
scene and speech.
Lady Anne Newcome received the caresses and compliments of Madame la
Duchesse with marked coldness on the part of one commonly so very
good-natured. Ethel's instinct told her that there was something wrong in
this woman, and she shrank from her with haughty reserve.


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