But behind and under and through all these
specious reasonings, was the hot choking burn of the mad jealousy
only her type of luckless woman can know--and of whose colour she
dare not show the palest hint.
"I have found out that, for some reason, she thinks of taking a
place as governess," she said.
"Suggest that she go to Berlin. There are good places there," was
his answer.
"If she should go, her mother will not feel any anxiety about
her," returned Fraulein Hirsch.
"If, then, some young man she meets in the street makes love to
her and they run away together, she will not be pursued by her
relatives."
Fraulein Hirsch's flat mouth looked rather malicious.
"Her mother is too busy to pursue her, and there is no one
else--unless it were Lord Coombe, who is said to want her himself."
Von Hillern shrugged his fine shoulders.
"At his age! After the mother! That is like an Englishman!"
Upon this, Fraulein Hirsch drew a step nearer and fixed her eyes
upon his, as she had never had the joy of fixing them before in
her life. She dared it now because she had an interesting story to
tell him which he would like to hear. It WAS like an Englishman.
Lord Coombe had the character of being one of the worst among
them, but was too subtle and clever to openly offend people. It
was actually said that he was educating the girl and keeping her
in seclusion and that it was probably his colossal intention to
marry her when she was old enough.
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