The Rustle of Silk
A long-time admirer of British M. P. Arthur Fallaray, Lola De Breze takes a position as maid to Arthur's wife, Lady Feo, who prefers a gay life with newspaper owner Paul Chalfon to the political ambitions of her husband. When word comes that Fallaray has been injured in a hunting accident, Lola goes to his side and Lady Feo discovers love letters written--but never mailed--by Lola to Fallaray. On the pretense of forcing Fallaray to allow Feo to divorce him, Chalfon obtains the letters from Lady Feo and publishes them. Feo burns the original letters in anger, while Lola confesses her love to Fallaray and persuades him to continue in politics rather than ruin his career by marrying her. Fallaray becomes prime minister; Lola returns to her father and trusts to the future for her happiness.
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Page 326 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Page 79 - ... her parlor door, saw, and chuckled to herself. " I do wonder what he'll do now ? I'll bet he don't drink his coffee cold this morning." And. he did not. Never dreaming that he was watched, and being alone in the reading-room, he swallowed the coffee hastily, laid down his newspaper, and began to walk up and down the room, with his hands clasped behind his back, occasionally looking across into the library. Very soon he reached a point from which Jerry's new station was in sight. An expression...
Page 32 - ... pause he passed on, without committing himself to any definite observation; yet there seems to have been a meaning in the ceremony, for he successively repeated it in the case of every dignitary congregated at the eastern side, and finally of the ordinary members. When it came to the turn of Carbuccia, he would have given ten years of his life to have been at the Galleys rather than Calcutta, but he contrived to pull through, without, however, creating a...
Page 307 - Corbett will be here in a few minutes, and I want you to see her again. The sight may refresh your memory. I want you to see her standing at her husband's side.
Page 285 - May I ask you to be so kind as to give me ten minutes? " " Twenty," she answered, with the smile that she had flashed at Chalfont that night at the Savoy.
Page 234 - The Colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady are sisters under the skin.
Page 93 - And then, pausing for a moment on the top of the steps in order to make sure that there was no one in the street who could recognize her — Queen's Road was only just round the corner — Lola ran down and put her hand on the door of the taxi cab. " The Savoy,
Page 170 - It seemed to him, also, that the blank refusal of the United States to have anything to do with the League of Nations...