Page 1 Page 2 EMMA DARCY THE ONE I WAITING (WOMAN OF HONOUR) Page 3 1. - It is you I expected, forever. I like your way of speaking, I like you look at work ... Oh, and this gesture, when you push your hair on your shoulder! His fingers gently brushed the cheek of the young woman. - The expressiveness of your face fascinates me, the liveliness of your mind delights me; I could have you up all my life ... but it's tonight that I met you. The sweetness of these words of love touched Molly's heart. Looking up at him, she was trying to read beyond the smile. She was dying to surrender: love that He promised her missing for so long! But this promise awakened in her a panic: he needed evidence. - I want those magical moments never cease, Molly. Yet you ... does not seem to believe in my sincerity. A huge weight was crushing the heart of the young woman; She would have loved to throw in his arms! - It was a wonderful evening ..., she whispered hoarsely.
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EMMA DARCY
THE ONE I WAITING
(WOMAN OF HONOUR)
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- It is you I expected, forever. I like your way of speaking, I like
you look at work ... Oh, and this gesture, when you push your hair on your
shoulder!
His fingers gently brushed the cheek of the young woman.
- The expressiveness of your face fascinates me, the liveliness of your mind
delights me;
I could have you up all my life ... but it's tonight that I met you.
The sweetness of these words of love touched Molly's heart. Looking up at him,
she was trying to read beyond the smile. She was dying to surrender: love that
He promised her missing for so long! But this promise awakened in her a
panic: he needed evidence.
- I want those magical moments never cease, Molly. Yet you ...
does not seem to believe in my sincerity.
A huge weight was crushing the heart of the young woman; She would have
loved to throw in
his arms!
- It was a wonderful evening ..., she whispered hoarsely.
- Others will follow, my love. We will meet soon in Sydney.
Again, his lips captured his own, and his tender care that kiss
Farewell most upset that would have made a passionate embrace. With infinite
gentleness, he stroked her cheek one last time.
- Sweet dreams, he whispered, slowly retreating to the door, as if he
could not bear the idea of parting with it.
Her big brown eyes staring intently, soaking his image ... Then he
suddenly spun on his heels and disappeared.
A agony, Molly rushed to the door; look, she followed the tall figure
moved away, and almost screaming:
- Do not Go! Come back! You are the one I expected.
But maybe was it just a dream, a beautiful mirage that would disappear, the
leaving dispossessed once again. Then she was silent. Jeremy turned down the
corridor, definitely out of reach.
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Molly leaned heavily against the door of his door, dealing with stupid: to
twenty-six, she was too mature for the first thrill of desire to hide behind a
timid virgin! For three years, three long years, she had not experienced the
slightest attraction to a man. And tonight she really wanted to do it that Jeremy
love. What had she won repel? Just a queasy feeling empty and
frustration as his whole body ached. But it had also preserved his pride; his
Age did not matter: it would never tolerate that we make of it one night lover. I
Do Not,
Molly Fitzgerald was not the plaything of men. Jeremy loved? He comes to find
her, and
proves that she really mattered. He had been deceived once, it was enough.
She gritted her teeth at the memory of Philip. She had given herself to him with
such
abandon, confident - O innocent! - That their love transcended all other ...
Philippe
was already married. His attachment to his wife, his children, occupied a whole
part of his life
he had carefully hidden Molly; until she had broached the subject "marriage
"...
Love in Paris. A dream. Brutally trampled. Love in the surfing paradise ...
Another
dream, surely worthy of a TV spot: "On the Gold Coast of Queensland, come live
best vacation of your life. " She had to wait until the last night of his stay to
meet the man who, perhaps, would give reason for this assertion. Only time
would tell him
that he was the man she wanted.
With a long sigh, half sad, half hope, she closed the door, entered the room
bathroom and stood in front of the mirror to remove. "The expression on your
face"
Jeremy had said. Expressive, really? She smiled, this bright smile that
transformed his
physiognomy.
She liked him, despite a mouth she considered too big, too ... sensual. But
its very straight nose gave character to his face; about his eyes, gorgeous, almost
violet
sometimes they surprised by their depth. Yet it was her hair that she preferred:
thick, alive, she fell into a heavy red gold cascading over her shoulders. Every
head movement, she seemed thrilled as endowed with life.
No, Molly was not to be pitied nature had treated well.
Finally lying, the young woman felt more at peace with itself. She slept a
peaceful sleep and awoke the next day without a shadow of regret. If Jeremy had
not
laughed at her, they would meet again. The night opened the doors to a wonderful
world
love.
Full of enthusiasm and hope, she began to pack her bags. Throughout
flight to Sydney, she dreamed of a future paradise with Jeremy Lambert ...
Landing
airport brutally brought back to reality. Having recovered his luggage, she headed
taxi from the queue.
End of holiday. Tomorrow, or maybe tonight, she would resume her work.
How Beth was she out without his valuable associated?
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As the car was entering the city, the young woman thought the success of their
joint venture.
It was she who had the idea of "home restaurant". She worked as a Chef
Patterson in the restaurant when one day, Brendan, Beth's husband disappeared.
He
leaving behind a mountain of debt ... and a distraught woman who fell into the
blackest depression. Unable to provide only their business afloat, Beth closed
shop. The time when all was well, some customers often commanded dishes
bring to their receptions. And always the same: very elaborate preparations that
asked for knowledge and a high-level snap. Molly had learned
business in Paris ... along the painful lessons taught by Philippe
Bourrienne. Beth, meanwhile, was called "a thin blue ribbon." Both
talented, both vaccinated against love and male gender, they worked
their time and energy to work hard. Hence their unquestionable success. They
cooked the most delicious meals, and even offered to serve in the rules of art.
Their advertising? The mere word-of-mouth. And they were not idle. Beth
persisted in
overload their appointment book, despite a large sector which provided them
comfortable income. Admittedly, money obsessed, from the sordid betrayal of her
husband
: Win, save, never lose an opportunity to have more, were his main
concerns.
Perhaps also a kind of purpose in life became empty. For the first time in two
years, Molly had granted a fortnight's holiday; and thanks to significant benefits,
which
had led to the hiring of a third stove, Gina Tomassetti.
The taxi dropped the young woman in front of the house they rented in Artarmon.
It
searched her bag looking for his keys when the door burst open.
- No! You tan? exclaimed Beth as a welcome. I could have sworn that
redheads caught only sunburn!
- You see ... With a lot of patience and a few liters of solar oil, you do it!
- Good holidays? Continued his companion in the discharging his suitcase.
Molly followed her into the hallway.
- Oh yes! How the business is doing?
- Very strong. Complete schedule for the three weeks.
- It's about time I get home! And Gina?
- She is doing well and loves her job. His Italian recipes are unanimous
among our clients.
In his room, Molly opened her luggage while observing Beth corner of the eye.
His
thinness was becoming thin; on his gaunt face, fine wrinkles that marked
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the corner of his lips seyaient evil at its twenty-nine. And her hair did not help:
the
severe bun that held her long brown hair lacked femininity, softness.
- You should take a vacation, Beth; you look bad.
- Tell me rather yours: I will rest by proxy, she replied by
dropping on the bed
- Well ... I daydreamed in the sun, I walked, I read a few books, bought
irresistible dresses, very bad meal, of course, and ...
- And?
- ... And last night, I met a very handsome man.
- A man!
- Do not open those eyes! This is a fairly common species, you know!
Beth frowned.
- But they never interested you!
- Lack of time, that's all.
She softened before the painful expression of her friend.
- They are not all like Brendan, Beth. And I'll end up marrying well when
I have met good. Jeremy could be the one.
Immediately, his partner jumped up and began to pace the room by
wringing her hands, visibly upset.
- What will become of me if you go away? What will become of me?
- Stop, Beth! Molly suddenly ordered.
The woman turned around and gave him a lost look.
- Stop typing your head against the walls that do not exist! Frankly, Beth, you
should change the air: you seem on track to a nervous breakdown. Come on,
calmly
you, she added, soothing. We have a long way to go, Jeremy and me, before
to be sure of anything.
She smiled.
- You really think I can leave you like that, overnight? And
even ... The case is solid, you Gina ...
- Yes, I know, sighed her friend by passing a trembling finger over his eyes
tired. You're right, as always.
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She came back on the bed and in a tone falsely casual, asked:
- So what Jeremy? Who is it?
- Jeremy Lambert; a representative, who was attending a conference in the hotel
where I was.
- He lives in Sydney?
- No, Brisbane. But he treats an important case here in a few weeks.
We must meet again.
- Um ... were you, I'm wary: a representative ...
Beth poor! The betrayal of Brendan had seared. No man
find favor in his eyes now.
That evening, Molly was treated to one last night off ... she took gratefully. And
what happiness when Jeremy telephoned!
- Where are you? if she cried, ecstatic.
- Too far, my love, too far! I miss you terribly, I have not stopped
thinking of you.
- Oh, Jeremy! she whispered. And I thought last night was a dream!
- And I had no idea that the separation would be so cruel! I arranged
to stay a week in Sydney, Molly; from Thursday fourteen. You will be free?
His voice was soft, vibrant with love!
- I'll manage, Jeremy!
- I have everything: we have a picnic on the port, have dinner in the largest
restaurants, will dance until dawn ... I want be it as a honeymoon; a
sort of repetition.
He burst of happy laughter.
- I love you so much, Molly! From the second I saw you! Oh, you
love my life!
- Jeremy! You make me turn my head!
- Because I want to take you in my arms and give you really dizzy,
my sweetheart! My God! The days are going to be excruciatingly long.
- For me too, she sighed.
- You may not know the effect that causes me the sound of your voice. I
could stay all night to listen. But it frustrates me so much to have it! I am
ill. I do not recall, dear, I have to feel too bad so far. The fourteen, I will
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will shake in my arms. The fourteen, my love, do not forget!
- Do not worry, Jeremy, thank you for calling!
- Good night, sweet Molly!
- Good night, she repeated in a whisper.
Floating on a cloud, it was long to evoke in his mind the image of Jeremy
his carefree smile, irresistible, his brown eyes bright cheerful ... A great man,
wildly attractive, with whom she only felt. The fourteen ... In ten days! If it
handled all receptions by then, and looked at the races living Jeremy
it could devote most of his time. Beth and Gina surely would
nothing wrong with that organization.
And then, for a week ... Consulting the appointment book, Molly noticed
a grand dinner was to be served on Sunday evening. Somewhat irritated, she went
to see Beth:
her friend pushed too far the love of gain!
- Hey, Beth, we agreed not to work on Sundays!
- Relax, Molly Fitzgerald! This is for you, the fan dance, I did a sprained
rule!
- What is the relationship with the dance?
- Look at the name of the customer! Anita Daniels, it will tell you anything?
- The dancer?
- Itself. She plays the lead role in The Lyre Bird, we give the theater
this season. She promised me two free tickets if we loaded about his evening.
- Two free tickets! Molly exclaimed incredulously. Oh, Beth! You're an angel.
A
amazing businesswoman.
- I'll give you that. And admire my dedication: me dance, that my beard.
- I admire, Beth. I admire so much.
Molly was very impressed by his meeting with Anita Daniels. But when the
dancer gave him tickets to the premiere of L'Oiseau Lyre, the evening of fourteen,
she had
barely contain his joy. Provided that Jeremy is also passionate about ballet that!
Thursday awaited finally arrived. Since its revival, Molly was floating on a sea of
happiness; a perfect day promised, under a cloudless sky. In the middle of the
afternoon,
however, she began to worry Jérémy tarried; and if he had forgotten? When,
four hours the phone rang, she rushed to meet the heart
pounding.
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- Hello? she said in a strained voice.
- Molly? It's me, I'm here at last! The time to change, take a taxi, and I
am with you.
- Oh, Jeremy! What a joy to hear from you! Where are you?
- At my hotel, in the center. Be ready, I'll pick you ... say a
half an hour.
- Jeremy ... I do not mind if we have dinner with me? Everything is ready, and I
have two
entries for a dance show, to twenty hours.
- From dance?
The heart of the young woman sank.
- This ... this is a very famous Production: L'Oiseau Lyre, Robert Heïpman. I am
sure you will like it.
He was silent ... Then in a hurried voice, he said:
- Excuse me, darling! Simply I had a business meeting tonight. I try
contact the person I had to see, and I remember you; okay?
- Yes; yes of course. I'm sorry, Jeremy, I had not imagined ...
- Hey, Molly! he interrupted gently. It does not matter! The only thing that
matters is that we're together, right? See you in a bit.
For twenty long minutes, the young woman stood near the phone on
coals, trying not to give in to disappointment. But after all, to hell with the ballet!
Jeremy was there, what more? Finally, the phone rang.
- All right, Molly, we go to the theater.
- Wonderful! But I hope this does not interfere too much your time?
- For you, my dear, I would face all the time against the world. But I you
warning: I have no evening dress!
His dark gray suit suited her as well as the best clothes. What charm
devastating! And when he took her in his arms, Molly knew she had not dreamed
the last
night vacation: she found the same magnetic attraction, her heart beat with
even wild impatience ... and everything seemed fine.
Jeremy had brought a bottle of champagne to accompany their dinner
reunion. But neither one nor the other really took pleasure in the meal, yet
delicious: the
champagne already sparkled in their veins, and the only food they wanted was
the love they read in the eyes of the other. Each touch, each caress, each
kiss made them hungrier still.
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When it was time to go to the theater, Molly laughed almost to attend or not
the representation.
Yet, when they were installed in the beautiful room, the lights went out and
Jérémy grabbed his hand a possessive gesture, she said she felt there as
delight of his life. But hardly the curtain was lifted he plunged it into action,
captivated.
The first table was a large dark forest, where a group of
boys and girls settled for a picnic. The atmosphere, warm and good
child at first, quickly became tense; soon, the situation completely escaped the
Control participants gradually taken by drunkenness, the men lost all control
for themselves while women, despite a slight fear amused themselves provoke
them. There
choreography so powerfully evoked the chain of violence that led to rape
one of which everyone in the room in horror held her breath until the final table of
the act:
heroin, bruised his flesh as her soul was abandoned to despair.
The solo dance that followed resulted untold emotions: shame, distress, loneliness
bottomless fear ... well, the emergence of the Lyre Bird and amazement as he
deploying the wonderful wheel of its tail. The bird would dance, mesmerizing,
immensely seductive ... and the primeval forest awoke, closing on the girl,
inviting them to submit and to blend into it.
The heroine, her own world was hurt and rejected, could not resist
power of this call. The last scene was poignant: the girl lying on the scene in
her white dress, like a sacrificial offering made to fate. The Lyre Bird knelt
beside her, his panache deployed quivering of triumph and ecstasy. And while he
inclined to take her in his arms, wonderful feathers were closing in on their two
silhouettes like to subtract the world.
- My God! Jeremy blew when the curtain fell.
Emotion gripped so hard Molly she could utter a sound. Moreover, the impact
this scene was such that there was a time before the applause
erupt, frantic. They asked reminder on recall.
- You have loved? Molly asked when the lights were turned back on.
- Aimé is a feeble word. It was ... amazing; and very erotic.
Molly smiled; the desire was running in his veins, and when locked eyes of
Jeremy, she knew that this night, it does not slip away.
The first part of the show was completed; the room slowly emptied. Jérémy
led his companion at the bar, in a corner of the hall, and went to order two
cocktails. Molly
waited, located near a large window overlooking the harbor, letting his gaze
wander
the colorful crowd. First of evenings always drained the most exclusive audience
of Sydney,
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and some women were truly extraordinary outfits. With its crepe dress
white, very elegant but certainly classic, the young woman felt a little dull.
Suddenly, his eyes met other eyes. Cold. Hostile. Dismissive. The look was
so sharp, so venomous, she had recoiled. Then his pride got the better: that
he believed, that one, to afford the toiser well? Or who he was? There
confused it with another? She had never met this man before, she was
sure: she would not forget. It was impressive both for its imposing stature by
its port haughty head, suggesting both authority and arrogance. A few gray hairs
on
his temples, one could see that he had over thirty. On his face, no gentleness of
sharp features, hard, thick black eyebrows, a jaw that seemed carved in granite.
A shudder ran through the young woman there was something cruel in this man.
She shot him a glare; he turned away. He was with a group of
people extremely well dressed. Hey there ... one of the women attending a dinner
served by Molly, a month earlier. Had she recognized and designated to man?
Maybe ...
but this does not justify such animosity!
Jeremy returned with two glasses of champagne, and discarding the incident from
his mind,
she smiled. He was handsome, and gaiety on her face! A huge wave of joy
washed over her: she was in love! She took the cup he handed him, and they
clinked glasses:
- To us, beautiful Molly!
- To us, she repeated softly.
- I do not expect to find you here, Jeremy! Voice, sharp as a blade,
made them both jump. The man looked at Molly so hard just now stood
before them. Jeremy seemed stunned.
- Richard! ... I thought you were having dinner with friends!
- Indeed. But I was not supposed to detail you all my evening! Besides ... you
would not be here if I did, is not it?
Tight lips, icy gray eyes ... But who was this man? Was it the customer
canceled by Jeremy? Obviously, its intrusion bothered him as much as herself.
The expression guilty of his face, redness, clearly showed his trouble.
- Well, Jeremy, present me your ... companion, continued the stranger ironically.
- Richard ... It's not what you think.
- Really? Then presents!
- Miss Fitzgerald. Richard Pembroke, he said flatly, without daring to face the
look
Molly interrogator.
- Delighted, Miss Fitzgerald. I am the brother of Jeremy; he is married to my
sister,
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Dana. By the way, how does it go?
- Very good.
- And the children? Steven? Tracy?
- As well.
- Perfect, perfect. Well, I hope you enjoy the second part of
show. Meeting you was ... a revelation, Miss Fitzgerald. What a shame that
adultery
no longer considered a crime, and punished as such, do not you think? My
sense of justice is deeply shocked. I would have been delighted to introduce
myself
as a witness. Goodbye, Miss Fitzgerald, Jeremy ...
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2.
In the heart of Molly was the desert a frozen desert that offered no promise
of life; ever again. His soul was facing the bitter reality piteously, like a bird
hits the bars of its cage. She was locked in an endless circle, where everything
seemed
trivial, desperately empty. Only; broken.
Jeremy spoke to her, but she did not understand his words. The shock had been
too violent.
And how could he achieve it? He no longer belonged to her world; He was the
husband
another. Lying and disillusionment again.
She turned away. His gaze wandered over the crowd, lost ... and then fell to the
judge who had
to condemn.
Surrounded by his friends wealthy, he smiled, serene. A terrible rage seized
Molly.
A wild rage, uncontrollable. That man there, had ranked among the adulteresses,
had accused of a crime of which she was the first victim. He looked at her with
contempt,
while she was innocent. Completely innocent.
Two men already made fun of her, had promised him their love by
knowing they would give him only half, that was enough. She was not a bear
third, that not even know, allows himself to treat it so high.
Driven by the urge to take revenge, she walked right over him.
- Mr. Pembroke ...
He turned a block, eyebrows raised. Surprise flashed in his gray eyes,
but Molly did not give him time to open his mouth.
- I will not ask you to apologize. Coming from a man whose sense of justice
is so tainted with conceit, they would not have great value. And since you draw so
hasty conclusions, that you find so attractive to judge your neighbor with a phone
look, you do not easily recognize your faults, is not it? In any case, if you
hold both your sister, I suggest you to weld an alliance with his left ring
husband, or mark it in some way, so that we know that it is him.
She stopped to catch her breath. A dead silence fell on the hall; we
formed a circle around them ... she did not care. She saw one face: that of Richard
Pembroke; its air filled him with amazement satisfaction wild. She lifted her
chin, and
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proudly continued:
- The next time you ask yourself judge, Mr. Pembroke the Almighty
Powerful, try looking at the facts more insight, and not blame only
knowingly. I fear you have played too fast rectifiers
wrong ... at the risk of making a fool.
She had touched: his jaw was clenched, his hardened expression. She avenged
his honor, and could go.
- I hope you enjoy the second part of the show. As for me, you
spoiled my pleasure. I sincerely hope never to see you, sir Pembroke you
that our meeting was a joy would be the grossest lies.
At a sign from disdainful head, she turned away. She did not have to fight their
way through the crowd of people parted themselves.
She made out when a hand firmly grabbed her elbow and forced him to
back.
- What possessed you to do such a scene? Jeremy whispered, outraged.
Without thinking, simply obeying the rage still burning in it, Molly launched
her hand at random ... and reached Jérémy in the face, with the dry sound of a
detonation. He
stepped back, stunned, hand on the cheek.
- You do not touch me! And do not you dare recross my way! She hissed,
completely indifferent to all who listened.
Then, with the dignity of a queen, she continued on her way; alone, followed by
all
looks. Behind her conversations resumed in a stunned commotion.
She returned to her car as a PLC and went home in a daze; by
pure instinct.
Once in her room, she took off her pretty dress, put on a nightgown and lay
on his bed with the same indifference. Eyes wide open in the dark, she remained
motionless,
still as death. "I do not care. I do not care. All this does not
importance, "she repeated dutifully. But her pain and humiliation
refused to shut up altogether. Tears began to roll down her cheeks into a stream
that
despite her efforts, she could not stop. Insidiously, the "I do not care" became
soon "Why me? ". What had she done to deserve such suffering? She never
had deliberately offended anyone. Until tonight tonight she had really
want to hurt Richard Pembroke; did not he looking for? As for Jeremy, her
wretched
Treason was worth this public slap, right? How could he promise her so much
love,
tighten so hard in his arms while he was married with two children? Why this
frightful scenario happened again he, and he spoiled his dreams for the second
time?
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Was she going all his life fall in love with married men? Beth was right without
doubt no man deserves the confidence of a woman. Even the marriage oath
guarantee anything.
Molly, she wanted a man who would love as no other woman, never,
count in his eyes. A man able to engage fully and forever, A
man as demanding as herself.
This man was there, and would be still free when she meet? Her tears
redoubled. Face buried in the pillow, the woman sobbed herself to sleep
exhaustion.
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3.
So it was gray this morning! Richard Pembroke eye crossed the memory
the spirit of Molly. She drove him, annoyed: the story of the past.
She felt devastated. But he had to get out, run the markets ... The action helped
him
overcome his depression and, on his return, she could face Beth and Gina with
some
serenity.
- So, this ballet? Inquired his partner by helping store purchases.
- And Jeremy? Gina added, burning curiosity. Molly continued to place
vegetables
tray in the refrigerator without looking up:
- The show was wonderful ... but the evening was a disaster. More from Jeremy:
it is
married.
She sat quietly and looked at his two companions.
- We can take our usual working: I do not need anything
free time.
- Married! exclaimed Gina, scandalized. Oh, the ...
- Gina, calmly interrupted Beth, I do not think Molly is eager
to dwell.
Then, with compassion that only experience a similar pain can give,
she murmured:
- It will, Molly?
The young woman nodded with a faint smile.
- Let us draw a line. At work.
Fortunately, the occupations were not lacking ... It was during this dark
Molly period understood the importance of work for Beth: it was a pillar of
support, a purpose in life, a reason to live when life itself refused you
its joys.
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A few days after your memorable night at the opera, Molly Beth greeted returning
market with a broad smile:
- We have a new client: Ms. Roysten. It commands us to dinner
ten with the service. The house is located in Saint-Yves; you want to study in the
field?
When asked to serve the meal, they had to know the configuration of
places, the facilities offered by local and, during an interview with the hostess, set
the
menu and a variety of practical detail. Usually Molly liked this aspect of their
work:
evolving world where most of their customers fascinated her, and she loved
glimpse of the rich
their homes.
But that day, she did not feel in the mood to face the unknown:
- I prefer you to go this time. What has she given as a reference, this Mrs.
Roysten? she added habit.
Every new customer should be sponsored by a former; Beth and Molly were not
taking
no risks.
- No problem, said his partner, casting a glance at his notebook. Mrs
Fotherby vouches; you know, it is at home that we have served this great dinner,
just
before you go on vacation.
Fotherby ... Yes, Molly remembered perfectly. She remembered very well also
woman standing near Richard Pembroke, Opera She attended the reception Ms.
Fotherby, Molly would have sworn. She frowned.
- It will not, Molly?
The young woman almost say, "Cancel all, I refuse to serve in these people," but
she changed her mind. Would have had to tell Beth the scandal she had done in the
lobby of the theater,
and she felt in no desire. In addition, their new client was not
necessarily the same person.
- All right, she replied in a convincing tone. When is this dinner?
- Saturday in eight.
Molly did not mind as free as she wanted to show good ...
Throughout the week that followed, the thought of Mrs. Roysten often came to
trouble. What
unfortunate coincidence, if this woman had attended dim! Eclat unforgettable for
all
witnesses, it was feared.
Arrived on Saturday. As usual, the two women prepared the most
meals at home. Then they loaded the van with all their equipment and at five
accurate, passed their black robes.
Beth insisted that this color is that of their uniform. It consisted
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a slightly blousant bodice collar and a right knee skirt.
Keeping simple, discreet but elegant. If it does not befitted very well to Beth, she
accentuated the thinness and pallor, she showed off the smooth silhouette Molly;
in contrast to the black, his hair seemed more flamboyant yet. But neither
one was paying attention to her appearance. Their only concern is a presentation
impeccable.
- What does it look like this Ms. Roysten? Molly inquired casually with
feigned while Beth put the vehicle on the road.
- Oh, a true woman of the world. At least if gives Does the air. Mannered and very
...
a slight superiority complex.
- Yes, but physically? Insisted the young woman, who longed to know.
- A big blonde, thin enough. It appears thirties, but could be more. These
Women have the means to preserve their youth. Well, she told me about you.
Molly froze.
- Of me?
- Yes, "the redhead." She remembered thee in the evening of Fotherby.
And the Opera? Molly's heart sank: Beth description was fine with the
tall blonde seen alongside Richard Pembroke.
- What did she want?
- Just know if you'd be with me. Heaving a sigh of resignation, the young
woman became convinced she was not going to die of shame.
Besides, she would spend most of the evening in the kitchen. It was in this state
of mind it came to the home of Roysten. An imposing white stone building,
surrounded by a beautiful park whose maintenance alone, would cost a fortune.
Beth gara
the van facing the service entrance, and they unloaded their equipment without
having
needed to announce their arrival.
Molly Beth explained to the demands of their client as to the details of the service,
the order in which it would use the various piles of plates prepared for them,
when the hostess came. With a gracious smile, she wished them the
Welcome ... and Molly finally buried all hope: it was indeed the young
wife of the Opera. Moreover, the glow that lit up in his eyes showed that she had
enough
Molly recognized. But so what, after all? She was thinking what she wanted
!
- Hello, ma'am, 'said Beth of its most distinguished voices. Thank you for thinking
of everything
I asked, she added, with a gesture toward the work plans specifically
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arranged for them. I'm sure the evening will be very successful.
- Oh, me too, Mrs. Patterson. Unforgettable, she cooed, turning to
Molly.
- This is my associate, Molly Fitzgerald.
- Molly! It's outdated! But charming, very charming, she continued with
a condescending smile. Well I am happy to see you here. What a pleasure to give
night without a care! I do not mind if I call you Molly and ... Beth is
this? It would be easier.
- As you wish, madam, 'said Beth, who hated this kind of familiarity.
- Pitch Perfect. Do you have everything you need?
- Yes, everything is planned, ma'am. We know our business, explained Beth with a
big smile to hide his growing aggressiveness.
- In this case I leave you. Petit fours at eight in the lounge. Molly is you
who serve us. You have impressed my husband at the dinner at Madame ...
Fotherby.
Hesitation, though small, was for Molly obvious allusion to his burst of
Opera. She stiffened.
- He always liked redheads, continued their client with a resigned pout. And your
hair tint ... so special!
She smiled, as if to erase any criticism of printing.
- I hope you do not mind to be admired?
- I'm not here for that, Molly replied in a tone which betrayed irony. But if you
wish, I will serve petit fours at eight.
- Thank you. You should know, sometimes give in to the whims of men, is not it?
cast-t
it before leaving the kitchen.
The twinkle who had crossed blue eyes porcelain Ms. Roysten while
she uttered the last tirade had not escaped Molly. A terrible thought
came to him and if the dinner brought together the same group of people at the
opera? And if Richard
Pembroke was among them? Oh no! It would be too Machiavellian of their own,
Not too much .... It was just a little joke between Mrs. Roysten and her husband.
Shabby distractions! The woman clenched his fists, and imposed calm.
- I think we have not stolen our money tonight murmured thoughtfully Beth.
- You can tell! This woman to me like a bitch!
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But what to do? Their work gave them no other law vis-à-vis their customers,
than to be silent. ... And it was a pity, thought Molly preparing the plateau
appetizers in an artistic arrangement of colorful toast and biscuits. Beth during
that time, finished the soup with oysters, his specialty. They heard the bell of the
door sounded several times, then grow the sound of conversation and laughter.
- Eight hours! Beth suddenly announced. Your turn, Molly. And try to hold your
tongue
!
- I promise you nothing! she answered out of the kitchen, heavy plate before
it.
An elegant arch marked the entrance of the show. Mechanically, she paused
to count the guests and whether it had no lack. She did not finish its computation:
Richard Pembroke stood at the other end of the room.
His heart stopped beating; she froze. A few seconds passed before the
human gaze comes to rest on her motionless silhouette. A sudden rigidity of its
expression, she realized that for him too, the meeting was completely unexpected.
Is the
was trapped! In the play, we exchanged small smiles of complicity by observing
two antagonists; conversations had ceased, leaving a dead silence. Thus,
they expected a scene! Monsters! Well, Molly would not give them that pleasure.
Plated quiet smile on her lips, she came in, determined to do its job
as if nothing had happened. With a huge effort of will, she managed to present
graciously her tray Mrs Roysten and those around him. Then she went to
next group with the same apparent calm. The presence of Richard Pembroke
alongside a
man as tall as he does not bring his features any distortion.
- Thank you, Molly. I'm Ted Roysten, said the stranger with a bland smile. I am
nice to see you here tonight.
Silent, Molly looked him straight in the eyes, with the kind which seemed to him
best suited to the situation.
- I kept a lasting memory of the dinner served in Fotherby, he continued,
selecting a second toast with deliberate slowness.
Molly gave her his best smile:
- Thank you sir. Now, if I may, I'll serve your guests.
- Miss Fitzgerald ...
It took all his strength Molly to keep his cool heard this voice-
there: his whole being had retracted ... but it was with an expression of calm
innocence that it
met the gray eyes, sharp, who had toisée few weeks earlier.
- ... You have no desire to know me, that I see.
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- I do not know, sir, 'said Molly. Except as a guest at this
evening, she added softly. I hope you will enjoy your time.
Before he could react, she would offer her tray to another group. Finally, it
retreated to the kitchen. She pulled the door closed suddenly trembling.
- What's happening? Beth inquired, frowning.
You're white as a sheet!
- I hate this woman, I hate that man, and I wonder how I'll
to continue the service,
She took a deep breath, and stepped into the room.
- But I will not let them think they have won, she added, straightening
head.
- They are so terrible that? Wondered her friend.
- Oh my!
- I'll replace, if you want. I have more than you usually difficult customers.
Molly shook her head. No! Pride, it does not show them her discomfort, she
Richard would not avoid Pembroke. Maybe she manage to distort their game to
spoil
their vile little pleasure. With a little finesse, it could turn the tables and lead the
dance ...
- I took their measure now; they do not scare me. And I hope to add
my two cents in their charming evening.
- Molly, watch out! Beth warned her, always concerned when it came to their
reputation.
- Do not worry, my dear! I'll be all charm, all velvet! she promised him
unchecking the most perfidious smiles.
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4.
Installed around the huge mahogany table, the guests drank their first glass
white wine while waiting for the soup. The young woman came in with the soup,
followed by Beth who
brought avocado topping, cream and chives. When her friend reread the
leaving alone in the lion's den, Molly was a moment of panic. Since its appearance,
eyes followed his every movement. The conversation was reduced to a
whisper, which made it even more vulnerable, and she found it very hard to master
trembling of her hands as she put the plates in front of each person. Petite
lucky in his misfortune, we were very wide around the large table, which allowed
for
used without acrobatics.
The worst was when she stopped beside Richard Pembroke. Clenched jaw,
horribly tense, she leaned over to present his plate ... and almost let go
when she heard the man whisper in his ear, so low that no one else could
listen:
- You must forgive me.
Molly nearly reply back sharply this lout in his place ... but she changed her mind:
to
looking for any incident, everyone looked at her. More firmly into the tray,
she went round the table.
The hostess served, she was heading towards her husband, when it launched its
first
arrow:
- She's hot, Richard, right?
The woman stiffened the double meaning, offensive, vulgar, there was no doubt.
Besides the mocking expression of M. Roysten and significant return of his gaze
between
Molly and Richard prohibited any uncertainty.
She turned red as a beet and threw Richard Pembroke a glance
assassin.
"If he makes the slightest smile, one, or any doubtful point, I said
send my tray in the face. »
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But the figure in question remained impenetrable. The man looked at his steaming
plate.
- Simple hypothesis, Ted. And assumptions often prove false.
- Glad to hear you say! Giggled the host. Coming from you, a lawyer, who are
past master in the art of construct assumptions, the remark has some flavor!
The discomfort of his guest gave him obvious pleasure; hostility Molly changed
direction. Stopping to Ted Roysten, she handed him the last dish.
- Attention sir, it is very hot. I would be really sorry you
are burning, she said in her sweetest voice.
Before leaving the room, an ingenuous smile, she was just in time
to intercept the admiring gaze Richard Pembroke asked her, resolutely ignoring the
giggles of assistance, she closed the door very quietly.
But she was boiling with rage. While helping to bake Beth pheasants, she imagined
Roysten the couple and Richard Pembroke skewered on a huge grill, turning
slowly over a roaring fire.
No, correction: the lawyer had no responsibility in the cruel game tonight. And he
apologized. Of course, whispered three words were not enough to erase his
judgment
dismissive of the other day; even if indirectly, he recognized he was wrong in his
assumptions.
So it was a lawyer ... She smiled ironic that profession became her
wonder. It very well could see the pointing of a finger avenging a poor trembling
accused
in his stall. But really, apologized for earlier embarrassed her: she could not
hate him as fiercely at the beginning. She even felt a kind of sympathy
her. He was in very difficult position, there, in the midst of wolves! She cut off
in the kitchen, felt quite safe.
When it came time to rid the service first, Molly mentally blinda
to ward off the inevitable attack: the Roysten would not abandon their prey and
distraction for a lost battle. We had to bite the bullet.
- What a delight! Mrs. Roysten cooed while as soon as possible, the young
Woman robbed the soup plates. Richard, you would not like a redhead serve you
such entry every night?
"Beautiful redhead!" They had really decided to put it out of her!
- Let me stop you right away! Molly interjected with a beautiful smile hypocrite.
This
soup is a specialty of my partner; I am unable to make it.
Quite happy to have nailed billed this bitch without any shine and without it
can reproach him for his words, she continued her work. All eyes turned to
it ... To them, as she bent now to Richard Pembroke resume
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plate.
- These are not my friends.
Again, the imperceptible murmur ... She hesitated a tenth of a second, then
pulled together and finished his service as if nothing had happened before making
a dignified exit.
No friends! Those words haunted her mind as she watched cooking
soles. Beside her, Beth finished the Hollandaise sauce. Applied to their respective
tasks
they kept a concentrated silence. No friends! What does that mean? That
did not belong to their group, he does not like them? So why was he
among them? Why he disowned before her? What mattered if Molly Fitzgerald put
the
in one basket these monsters? The opinion she had of him she had? She him
had given this opinion, some time earlier in a hall and opera ... without mincing
words.
But now only had he not see this judgment? He asked for forgiveness, Pets
his mistake. Maybe it was not so horrible, really. Surprise the husband of his sister
in the arm
another was not pleasant, she had to admit. This does not excuse the insolence
his attitude, but we could understand; the circumstances ... and he asked
forgiveness.
She sighed deeply and began to carefully lay the fillets of sole on
plates. Beth, her, sauce nappait before sprinkle with parsley. Then ready for
enter the arena, shiny look and pointed chin, protecting its board as
a shield, Molly threw open the door.
- Oh, I was divine air! exclaimed Ted Roysten, jovial, seeing her coming. Also
delicious probably the young person serving us, is not it, Richard?
- I have to contradict you, Ted, replied the latter of his voice asked. The dish is
certainly delectable ... but this young woman is unique.
Molly could not help to lift this to a talker and was skeptical ...
surprised to read in her eyes frank admiration. Blushing, she slipped away to take
cooking the second shelf. This man troubled the more. First an apology,
Then compliments! Was it well to sabotage the game of his guests? Surely.
When she approached him for the third time, she wondered what new
aside he reserved it. Unwittingly, she tilted a little head toward hers while
placing the plate in front of him
- We have trapped us, he whispered.
- Richard! Called Mrs. Roysten.
Molly started.
- You know, Molly beside you, I swear to you before seen together
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before tonight.
The noose is closing in on them ... The young woman trembled. Richard
Pembroke,
always calm, smiling at his hostess:
- You are mistaken, Amanda: I never had the pleasure of the company of Miss
Fitzgerald, and I regret it.
- Pleasure? Ted exclaimed, laughing Roysten handsomely. Oh no, that you can
say!
Fortunately for her, Molly had finished his service. Without departing from its
apparent serenity, she returned to take refuge in the kitchen.
Trapped! True, he had stuck it; through his work. But Richard
Pembroke, how could he accept a dinner with these people, if they were not
friends? And
why he stood there to bear their harassment? He defended himself well, he had to
admit, and
his attitude definitely spoiled the detestable pleasure of its guests. Pride! But yes, it
was
this! This man does not shrink the adversary; no more than herself.
They would stand up to the end. She definitely had a different look when she
returned rid of.
- A remarkable entrance, commented Amanda Roysten.
- A finesse! Said one of the guests.
- I've never tasted anything better! Said another.
- Do you want us to take our revenge? Whispered in his ear Richard
Pembroke, probably less discreetly that the first three times.
- What are you saying, Richard? Immediately inquired Ted Roysten.
- I congratulated Miss Fitzgerald: this dish would have delighted the most
discerning palates.
- Aha! This is a confession! You see, Molly, I made the following wager with dear
Richard:
by dialing a single phone number, I could give him the best meal of his life.
You will be obliged to capitulate, man!
- Me, capitulate? I sometimes concedes, Ted, but I never capitulated.
- Another man subtlety of law! retorted the host of a higher tone.
- A little subtlety has never harmed anyone, my dear Ted, instead replied ...
lawyer with significant pout.
Poor Ted Roysten had alienated a formidable opponent, who had indeed
intends to turn the tables! Molly almost jubilant, coming out of the dining room.
And while she was still working in the kitchen, put the plates to heat and
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rectified the seasoning of the sauce with brandy, for pheasants, the suggestion of
his
companion in misfortune shimmered in his mind: revenge! What a pleasure! But
how? Was there a plan? It was necessary in any case she assures him of its
agreement. Already she was burning
curiosity and impatience; she even wanted to speed things up! With a sigh
resigned, she came out of the oven and pheasants started to drizzle with sauce;
Beth ended
the assortment of vegetables. This time, they all effectuèrent service for more
convenience. Was it the presence of Beth, or wine had loosened the tongues?
Still, that Roysten paid no attention to Molly. The conversation
continued, general and noisy. The young woman stood there the perfect
opportunity to slip a few
Richard Pembroke words:
- For the other hand, it's okay, she blew in his ear.
The very slight smile she read his lips showed that he had heard him ... and his
the answer fully met.
While the guests were attacking the main course, the two women were able to
relax a little, cooking: they largely remained the time to prepare dessert.
Over a cup of instant coffee, they authorized him a few minutes
chatter.
- Have you noticed? You have an admirer Molly, said Beth turning his spoon in
his cup.
- Well good! And that?
- Oh, the only one who really class among all these people. It is installed at the end
of
Mr. Roysten side. He did not leave you eyes, just now ... You please him, believe
in
my long experience!
Molly frowned. Richard Pembroke ... How could a man be seduced
by one who had lashed in public? They were trapped tonight, that's all.
However, when she returned to the dining room, she gave him any attention
particular.
When she changed her plate, he turned his head on his side ... and she stepped back
strongly: his lips had touched her hair; but she heard her clearly
Post:
- I need your cooperation.
Cooperate with him? And why not? Molly did not have time to interview more
before: she passed Ted Roysten when he, seizing his hand, stopped; the game
resumed.
- Ah, Molly! Come here a minute, I need a witness; after all, you have
interest in this story.
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- In that case, I may be biased, and bad witness, she replied, very dry.
- Listen to her! Giggled the householder. I have the impression that side
argument, it can stand up to you, Richard!
- I'd be very flattered that you consider me as an equal, answered quietly
the lawyer.
Still no trace of hypocrisy in the beautiful gray eyes ... His statement cheered up
the
young woman.
- What generosity in your words tonight! Ted commented. Let us continue on
Momentum: is this the best dinner of your life or not?
It read impatience on every face. Everyone expected a scene at last
bursts, which Molly would go back defeated, humiliated ... Richard Pembroke
contented himself with a chuckle
amused.
- Really, Ted, you're a master in the art embarrass people; you think,
asking my judgment to Miss Fitzgerald, you make me lie? Unnecessary: it
food is delicious. I have possibly known equal; best, ever.
- No review?
Obviously, his response was disappointing playmaker: had he not chosen to Molly
allow counsel to ridicule in front of everyone? He had won his bet, but
failed in his shabby forecasts ... and only beginning to understand.
- How to criticize perfection?
Feeling increasingly rewarded, Molly smiled at Richard ... who smiled back.
Suddenly she found really beautiful.
- Hmph ... Ted grumbled. I never imagined that you would admit so easily
defeat.
- The value of things are so rare that it would be poor on my part not to
salute when I meet them, said Richard, suave.
Around him, one nodded loudly: nobody wanted to be accused of mediocrity.
Molly was finally released and a light heart, she returned to the kitchen, really,
what Mr. Pembroke
had class.
Beth had just finished decorating the cheese plate with vine leaves and
small clusters of reason. She handed it to her friend.
- Careful, it's heavy. So you go in you?
- Better and better, do not worry! replied the young woman with a smile
fierce.
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Although Richard has found revenge, she would play the game on the line. It
put his tray in front of Ms. Roysten that, as agreed, was to circulate itself
around the table. Once again, we took her hand:
Amanda looked at her provocatively.
- You must be delighted that Richard has lost his bet: some consider him
a judge Almighty ... of gastronomy.
In this echo of his words, Molly felt falter; but she managed to keep her
composure and smiled, distant.
- Did you expect that it compliments you? The hostess insisted, impatient.
- Madam, we strive to always serve the best dishes answered
Molly proudly. I learned my craft in Paris and ...
- Paris? Really? I remember to have seen a dance performance. Giselle is
it Ted?
- Yes, Giselle. For my part, I preferred L'Oiseau Lyre; not you, Molly?
- I have not seen Giselle replied it a voice asked, withdrawing her hand
the influence of Amanda Roysten. Now if you do not mind, I return to the kitchen I
am responsible for preparing the dessert; and this is my culinary services you
have appealed to me, is not it? she added in a tone more biting.
She refrained from violently slamming your door behind her. While peeling pears,
it
thinking with increasing joy to their vengeance. "Their" ... what an irony! Richard
Pembroke,
her partner? Before tonight, she would have rejected this possibility with contempt.
But against
the Roysten, he knew defend with all the value, all the honesty of a knight.
She took out the fruits of the pan where they had cooked. Beth covered the puree
strawberry, added the bright green kiwi slices, while Molly asked on each plate
homemade ice balls. All offered a contrast very appetizing colors.
Around the table, flattering comments rang out as soon as she entered; but she
remained on the defensive.
Since the evening at the Opera was raised, the final assault could no longer delay;
it was their penultimate chance confused: his next appearance, it would serve the
coffee, to then disappear forever.
- Trust me! Whispered Richard Pembroke while she was serving.
- Okay, she whispered.
The side of Ted and Amanda Roysten, nothing came. Molly retired with the
painful
sure they kept the apotheosis of their game to the end. Provided Richard reaches
defuse bombs! Or better, they burst into their hands!
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As expected, Roysten led their guests to the lounge where the young woman was
serve coffee. She ended the presentation of biscuits on a silver platter when Ted
Roysten burst into the kitchen, a jovial smile:
- Ah, ladies, what a meal! What service! Exclaimed he out of his pocket a
wad of cash.
Beth, immediately stepped forward.
- Nice to see you happy holidays ... and you particularly, if I believe your
generosity. Thank you, sir Roysten.
He laughed:
- Well, I won a small bet, and I must say that you have been very ...
accommodative.
- Very, yes, Molly commented in a honeyed voice.
Beth gave him a stern look.
- We count on you to serve coffee, Molly, he continued.
- Oh yes, sir, you can count on me, 'she said with a radiant smile
which left all aback.
He stared at her, frowned, then finding his insurance:
- Pitch Perfect. Again thank you for this outstanding performance; my wife is
extremely
glad that evening.
- Molly, you're exaggerating! Beth soon as he stormed out.
- As expensive we have paid for it, it was blood money, Beth. And I warn you: we
do
remettrons never set foot in that house, nor go not serve anyone
recommended by these monsters.
She placed the steaming coffee on the large chainring and headed for the door.
- Last note ... I form a vow that Ted and his beloved Amanda scalding
with coffee. Open me.
His heart beat heavily in her chest as she entered the living room.
The crafty air hostess only accentuated his discomfort; hopeful it
sought his counsel look. An elbow resting on the mantel, a glass
rum in hand, he seemed very relaxed. He nodded in his direction ... if
discreetly she wondered if she had not dreamed. Everyone was watching, while
she placed the tray on the table, next to the hostess.
Every nerve in his body was tense break.
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- Thank you my dear. Say, before you leave us, we would like to clarify
little story ...
Blue eyes shone with excitement, impatience at the idea of killing as
expected.
- As a guest, Amanda, I claim the right to be the first to clarify the
situation interrupted Richard Pembroke with gentle authority.
Ted Roysten laughed
- But with the greatest pleasure, my dear! Too happy to give you
the opportunity!
The lawyer raised a sardonic eyebrow, then put Molly on a warm look.
- First of all. Miss Fitzgerald, I congratulate you for this excellent meals; I
would like also to express my admiration for the grace with which you have
served,
in circumstances than any other woman would have found intolerable. I am
sincerely sorry that my presence here was a perfect opportunity for such a
punishment.
The assurance of his speech, the power of her voice, had petrified assistance; in
total silence, he continued:
- When a few weeks ago, I allowed myself to approach you at the opera, I confess
have demonstrated an appalling lack of tact and manners. My host, my hostess,
some of the people here, saw your response. A response that I
deserved a hundred times ... but they did not seem to notice, he added, browsing a
icy gaze embarrassed her audience. You see, being caught on one point that I
pricked defending gave me a good lesson in humility. I now look upon two
Once before judging too hastily. You have been able to touch my pride an accuracy
perfect; a woman of honor could not do less ... This little party, he went after
a heartfelt pause that increased discomfort, was undoubtedly organized with back-
little thought ... charitable. I want to say that Miss Fitzgerald has no reason to feel
embarrassed by the reaction she had on me: I understand not only
perfectly, but I give it absolutely right. For my part, I have not to be
confused memory of the episode: I have long since overcome (a fear of ridicule I.
am just sorry I violated a reputation that has proven over
suspicion. For me it is a great relief to be able to publicly demand
Miss Fitzgerald forgiveness for the harm I have caused.
He suddenly raised his voice, and the incisive tone, condemnatory, including
Molly kept a souvenir
if bitter, concludes:
- However, I am terribly ashamed for having accepted the hospitality of people
take pleasure in humiliating others and which feed upon the misfortune of others. I
had proof
tonight that the wickedness and human stupidity had no bounds ... Now that I have
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significantly eased my conscience, I'll take my leave of you all wishing well
honestly never meet you.
Of the nine faces, the smiles had long since vanished. You could see the
upset, all these people, deeply upset that they had inflicted such a lesson.
Richard Pembroke, superbly ignoring their despicable herd, approached Molly
and took her hand. His eyes resting on her, expressed great sweetness:
- If we meet again one day in more pleasant circumstances of course,
I hope you do me the honor of recognizing me, Miss Fitzgerald.
- Do not worry: I will recognize the gentleman that you were tonight, Mr.
Pembroke.
- Me redeem your eyes meant a lot to me. I would like to be managed. Are-
now free to leave the house? He asked, clearly worried about the
leave her behind.
- Yes, I have finished my ... performance. Thank you for your concern: it touches
me more than
I do not know.
He smiles.
- I wish you a good night.
She smiled with spontaneity and sincerity that most eloquent
any speech.
- Good evening, Mr. Pembroke.
Independently of each other, they turned heel: it toward the front door; it to the
kitchen. They left behind them, with intense satisfaction, nine people frozen in
shame and silence. Once again, the honor was avenged.
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5.
- A letter for you.
Beth laid the envelope on the table where Molly was cutting meat for stew of
sheep she was preparing.
-Tiens, Not mom writing, wondered the young woman.
The letters from his mother were in fact most of his mail; every week,
Mrs. Fitzgerald sent her daughter humorous letters, true chronicles
life in Taree, small town where she was born, got married, had lost her husband
and had ...
to die herself. Three or four times a year, she was visiting Molly, and took
advantage of
Travel to perform endless shopping sprees. But she bore evil agitation
of the city; despite her sadness to live away from her daughter, she always leaving
with
relief.
Connor's brother, Molly, meanwhile lived in Canada. He regularly wrote to his
mother, who passed on the news, and maintained a correspondence with his sister
episodic. But it was not either of his writing.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, the woman put her large
knife and wiped his hands; the unsealed envelope, she pulled out a sheet that
... unfolded cardboard, genre theater ticket, fell to the ground. Increasingly
intrigued, she
picked up.
Indeed, it was an entry for a show: a ballet Anna Karenina,
based on the novel by Tolstoy, which was given four days later. Who gave him
such a
gift? She quickly scanned the message that accompanied it:
"Dear Miss Fitzgerald,
As a woman of honor, you will agree that a gentleman does not mind at rest
if he has debts to pay. You make me happy by accepting that place ballet
since, through my fault, you could not take full advantage of your last show.
Considérez- it as just compensation, nothing more. Sincerely, Richard
Pembroke. »
Molly laughed: this man did not give in half measures! When he
something in the head ...
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- What he's so funny? Beth inquired, consumed with curiosity,
Molly handed him the letter. Beth knew the whole story, now: a little worried
by the attitude of his partner when serving coffee in Roysten she had
concealed the entrance to the living room, ready to intervene and calm the passions
if necessary. Having
therefore attended the tirade of Richard .. and of course there have not understood
anything, she begged Molly
to explain everything to him.
Strangely, the young woman had had no pain at the mention of
Jeremy, nor that of his scandal at the Opera: it was as if the approval of Richard
Pembroke and support miraculously healed those wounds.
The few lines of the lawyer is not amused Beth at all:
- Attention, she warned, frowning man chasing something! We
gives nothing for nothing.
- Oh, Beth! What does he seek? Molly laughed.
- You may. He likes you, I know. And remember his fine speech: he wants you
seduce. I am wary of these so-called gentlemen who donned them the slightest