The walls were covered
with brown paper, and on it were a few of her own water-colour drawings,
and a few old engravings of merit. Chintz was the cover on windows and
easy chairs, and in a corner of the parlour was a chintz-covered lounge
where she read of an evening. So it was that, with Carnac elected and
Barode Barouche buried, she sat with one of Disraeli's novels in her hand
busy with the future. She saw for Carnac a safe career, for his two chief
foes were gone--Luzanne Larue and Barode Barouche. Now she understood why
Carnac had never asked her to be his wife. She had had no word with
Carnac since his election--only a letter to thank her for the marriage
certificate and to say that after M. Barouche was buried he would come to
her, if he might. He did say, however, in the letter that he owed her his
election.
"You've done a great, big thing for me, dearest friend, and I am your
ever grateful Carnac"--that was the way he had put it. Twice she had gone
to visit his mother, and had been told that Mrs. Grier was too ill to see
her--overstrain, the servant had said. She could not understand being
denied admittance; but it did not matter, for one day Mrs. Grier should
know how she--Junia-had saved her son's career.
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