"_Qu'est ce-qu vous avez donc_? You're all right now."
He knew perfectly well that there was no pretence of illness. The
strained eyes, the blue shadows round the mouth told their own tale.
"Oh, Emile, my heart feels so queer! I'm sure it must be all wrong."
"_Ma foi_! _Ces femmes la_! _Il y a tou jours quelque chose_! First
a faint, then a heart! How often am I to tell you, Arithelli, that
that part of your--your--how do you say it?--anatomy--is quite without
use here? Have you any brandy in the room?"
"There's Eau de Cologne on the washstand."
He mixed water with the spirit and gave her a liberal dose that soon
helped her to look less ghastly.
She lay back feeling almost comfortable, wishing Emile would see fit to
depart, but Count Poleski returned again to the subject of her
misbehaviour.
Like most men he was not at his best in the early morning, and the
night's vigil had not improved his temper.
He sat scowling after his manner, black eyebrows meeting over grey
eyes, hard as flint. "If you are going in for this kind of
performance, what will be the use of you?" he enquired sarcastically.
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