"
"L'homme propose, Dieu dispose," said the count. "I only reached England
last night, and have hurried to London."
"It is strange that I should meet you here," she said.
"My friend, Monsieur Le Blanc, has a picture here, and I have been
criticising it for him."
Then Lady Amelie seemed to remember the laws of politeness, for she
introduced the two gentlemen, who looked very unpleasantly at each
other.
Basil did not like the count, although at first sight he was certainly a
very handsome man, essentially French, with a quick, shrewd, handsome
face and dark hair, eyes black as night, yet bright and eloquent. It was
those very eyes that Basil disliked; they were not clear, true nor
honest. In fact, a sudden hatred to the French count sprang up in his
heart, he could not tell how or why. They exchanged a few words, and
then, under pretense of drawing Lady Amelie's attention to a picture,
Count Jules said to her:
"Can you not dismiss your young cavalier? I have come to London on
purpose to see you--I must speak to you."
"I cannot dismiss him," she said, curtly. "He is not a footman to be
sent away at my pleasure. Tell me in few words what you want."
"I want money!" he said, with a very dark frown; "and money, Amelie, I
must have."
"I can give you none--you have no conscience. How much have you had
already?"
"I have kept no account." he replied; "and really what I have had is not
of the least consequence--it is what I have to get.
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