"
"I am charmed!" said the Princesse D'Agramont, "Good fortune really
seems to favour me for once, for in the space of a fortnight I have
met two of the most distinguished men of the time, 'Gys Grandit',
and Aubrey Leigh!"
Aubrey bowed.
"You are too kind, Madame! Grandit and I have been friends for some
years, though we have never seen each other since I parted from him
in Touraine. But we have always corresponded."
"You have of course heard who he really is? The son of Abbe
Vergniaud?" continued the Princesse.
"I have heard--but only this morning, and I do not know any of the
details of the story."
"Then you must certainly come and drive with us," said Loyse
D'Agramont, "for I can tell you all about it. I wrote quite a
brilliant essay on it for the Figaro, and called it 'Church
Morality'!" She laughed. "Come,--we will take no denial!"
Aubrey tried to refuse, but could not,--the attraction,--the 'will
o' the wisp' magnetism of Sylvie's dainty personality drew him on,
and in a few minutes, after taking respectful leave of the Cardinal,
Prince Sovrani, and Angela, he left the studio in the company of the
two ladies. Passing Monsignor Gherardi on the way out he received a
wide smile and affable salute from that personage.
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