She inquires as to mutual
friends of the "Southern set." Her praises of Raoul are justified
in the beautiful bust, a creation of loveliness, on its Algerian
onyx pedestal.
Colonel Joe Woods is enchanted. He wonders if he has ever seen this
classic face before.
"I drive in the Bois," says madame, with an arch glance.
She knows the Californian is a feature of that parade, with his
team. Paris rings with Colonel Joe's exploits.
"No poor stock for me," is Colonel Joe's motto.
With a cunning glance in his eyes, the miner asks: "Were you ever
in California, madame?"
Her lips tremble as she says, "Years ago I was in San Francisco."
Colonel Joe is thoughtful. His glance follows madame, who is ringing
a silver bell.
The butler bows.
"I shall not drive this afternoon," she says.
With graceful hospitality, she charms Pere Francois. Chat about
the Church and France follows.
The gentlemen are about to take their leave. Madame de Santos,
observing that Pere Francois speaks Spanish as well as French,
invites him to call again. She would be glad to consult him in
spiritual matters.
Colonel Joe speaks of California, and asks if he may be of any
service.
"I have no interests there," the lady replies with constraint.
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