The Price of Things | Page 6

Elinor Glyn
member of Parliament?" Then, as Denzil would have spoken perhaps upon the subject of war clouds, Verisschenzko hastily continued:
"Will you dine to-morrow night at the Ritz to meet your cousin and his wife? They are honouring me."
"I wish I could, but I am off in the morning. What is she like?"
Verisschenzko paid particular attention to the selection of a quail, and then he answered:
"She is of the same type as the family, Denzil,--that is, a good skeleton--bones in the right place, firm white flesh, colouring as yours--well bred, balanced, unawakened as yet. Was she a relation?"
"Yes, I believe so--a cousin of a generation even before mine. I wish I could have dined, I would awfully like to have met them; I shall have to make a chance in England. It is stupid not to know one's own family, but our fathers quarrelled and we have never had a chance of mending the break."
"They were at the Russian Embassy last night; the throng admired Lady Ardayre very much."
"And what are you doing in Paris, Stépan? The last I heard of you, you were on your yacht in the Black Sea."
"I was cruising near countries whose internal affairs interest me for the moment. I returned to my appartement in Paris to see a friend of mine, Stanislass Boleski--he also has a lovely wife. Look, she has just come in with him. She is in the devil of a temper--observe her. If I sit back, the pillar hides me--I do not wish them to see me yet."
Denzil glanced down the room; two people were taking their seats by the wall. The mask was off Harietta Boleski's face for the moment; it looked silly with its raised eyebrows and was full of ill temper and spite. The husband had an air of extreme worry on his clever, intellectual face, but that he was solicitous to gratify his wife's caprices, any casual observer could have perceived.
"You mean the woman with the wonderful _cigrettes_--she is good-looking, isn't she? I wonder who it is she has caught sight of now, though? Look at the eagerness which has come into her eyes--you can see her in the mirror if you want to."
But Verisschenzko had missed nothing, and he bent forward to endeavour to identify the person upon whom Madame Boleski's gaze had turned. There was nothing to distinguish any individual--the company were of several nations--German and Austrian and Balkan and Russian scattered about here and there among the French and American _habitués_. The only plan would be to continue to watch Harietta--but although he did this throughout the dinner, not a flicker of her eyelids gave him any further clue.
Denzil was interested--he felt something beyond what appeared on the surface was taking place, so he waited for his friend to speak.
Verisschenzko was silent for a little, and then he casually gave a résumé of the character and place of Madame Boleski and her husband, a good deal more baldly expressed, but in substance much the same as he had given to Amaryllis at the Russian Embassy the night before.
He spoke lightly, but his yellow green eyes were keen.
"Look at her well--she is capable of mischief. Her extreme stupidity--only the brain of a rodent or a goat--makes her more difficult to manipulate than the cleverest diplomat, because you can never be sure whether the blank want of understanding which she displays is real or simulated. She is a perfect actress, but very often is quite natural. Most women are either posing all the time, or not at all. Harietta's miming only comes into action for self-preservation, or personal gain, and then it is of such a superb quality that she leaves even me--I, who am no poor diviner--confused as to whether she is telling a lie or the truth."
"What an exceptional character!" Denzil was thrilled.
"An absence of all moral sense is her great power," Verisschenzko continued, while he watched her narrowly, "because she never has any of the prickings of conscience which even most rogues experience at times, and so draws no demagnetising nervous uncertain currents. If it were not for an insatiable extravagance, and a capricious fancy for different jewels, she would be impossible to deal with. She has information, obtained from what source I do not as yet know, which is of vital importance to me. Were it not for that, one could simply enjoy her as a mistress and take delight in studying her idiosyncrasies."
"She has lovers?"
"Has had many; her r?le now is that of a great lady and so all is of a respectability! She is so stupid that if that instinct of self-preservation were not so complete as to be like a divine guide, she would commit bêtises all the time. As it is, when she takes a lover it is hidden with the
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