“I don’t
know how to prove myself to you, John. The comtesse always felt
Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. Nothing else was put in their place, and they
remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind. With such
qualifications as she possessed, two chief channels of employment lay open, and
neither attracted her, neither seemed really to offer a conclusive escape from that
subjection to mankind against which, in the person of her father, she was
rebelling. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. It was astonishing how often this
picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. I should require you to accept no employment whatever upon the
stage, and to remain out of England. “Don’t you know?”
“Oh! I know—”
“Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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