Call it what you like. I was at
least perfectly sincere."
"You were sincere----"
"Yes. Listen." Advancing swiftly to where he stood, she had the amazing
courage to give a little laugh. Then she laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Seriously, let's be good friends and forget all--the rest. I have been
a fool, but you have not; for after all, I am fairly attractive, and you
are not the first! So let's make a bargain: I will never again attract
you; you will never again _play at me_. And then things will be quite
comfy. Shall we? I have been an awful pig to Theo, who is a darling, and
from now on I shall try to make up to him."
He shrank back from her.
"What are you?" he whispered painfully. "What are you made of? And do
you want to make me hate my own son?"
"_Eh, bien_, are things all right?"
Madame Joyselle had come in, followed by Theo. Joyselle, standing in the
shadow, did not answer, but Brigit laughed gaily, and her gaiety was
unfeigned, for she had assured herself, by watching him under torture,
of the strength of Joyselle's love for her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The next morning at half-past six Madame Joyselle, creeping quietly
downstairs, was, to her amazement, overtaken by Brigit.
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