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"
There
are
more
cafes
in
Paris
than
one
,
at
which
to
trifle
away
an
idle
hour
.
"
Blanche
then
held
out
her
hand
and
bade
me
good
-
evening
.
I
do
not
know
why
I
had
expected
her
to
be
somehow
changed
;
she
wore
the
same
gray
dress
that
she
wore
so
often
,
neat
and
becoming
,
and
her
brow
was
as
candid
,
her
eyes
as
untroubled
,
as
when
I
had
been
used
to
see
her
occupied
with
her
household
duties
in
the
studio
.
"
Come
and
have
a
game
of
chess
,
"
said
Strickland
.
I
do
not
know
why
at
the
moment
I
could
think
of
no
excuse
.
I
followed
them
rather
sulkily
to
the
table
at
which
Strickland
always
sat
,
and
he
called
for
the
board
and
the
chessmen
.
They
both
took
the
situation
so
much
as
a
matter
of
course
that
I
felt
it
absurd
to
do
otherwise
.
Mrs
.
Stroeve
watched
the
game
with
inscrutable
face
.
She
was
silent
,
but
she
had
always
been
silent
.
I
looked
at
her
mouth
for
an
expression
that
could
give
me
a
clue
to
what
she
felt
;
I
watched
her
eyes
for
some
tell
-
tale
flash
,
some
hint
of
dismay
or
bitterness
;
I
scanned
her
brow
for
any
passing
line
that
might
indicate
a
settling
emotion
.
Her
face
was
a
mask
that
told
nothing
.
Her
hands
lay
on
her
lap
motionless
,
one
in
the
other
loosely
clasped
.
I
knew
from
what
I
had
heard
that
she
was
a
woman
of
violent
passions
;
and
that
injurious
blow
that
she
had
given
Dirk
,
the
man
who
had
loved
her
so
devotedly
,
betrayed
a
sudden
temper
and
a
horrid
cruelty
.
She
had
abandoned
the
safe
shelter
of
her
husband
’
s
protection
and
the
comfortable
ease
of
a
well
-
provided
establishment
for
what
she
could
not
but
see
was
an
extreme
hazard
.
It
showed
an
eagerness
for
adventure
,
a
readiness
for
the
hand
-
to
-
mouth
,
which
the
care
she
took
of
her
home
and
her
love
of
good
housewifery
made
not
a
little
remarkable
.
She
must
be
a
woman
of
complicated
character
,
and
there
was
something
dramatic
in
the
contrast
of
that
with
her
demure
appearance
.
I
was
excited
by
the
encounter
,
and
my
fancy
worked
busily
while
I
sought
to
concentrate
myself
on
the
game
I
was
playing
I
always
tried
my
best
to
beat
Strickland
,
because
he
was
a
player
who
despised
the
opponent
he
vanquished
;
his
exultation
in
victory
made
defeat
more
difficult
to
bear
.
On
the
other
hand
,
if
he
was
beaten
he
took
it
with
complete
good
-
humour
.
He
was
a
bad
winner
and
a
good
loser
.
Those
who
think
that
a
man
betrays
his
character
nowhere
more
clearly
than
when
he
is
playing
a
game
might
on
this
draw
subtle
inferences
.
When
he
had
finished
I
called
the
waiter
to
pay
for
the
drinks
,
and
left
them
.
The
meeting
had
been
devoid
of
incident
.
No
word
had
been
said
to
give
me
anything
to
think
about
,
and
any
surmises
I
might
make
were
unwarranted
.
I
was
intrigued
.
I
could
not
tell
how
they
were
getting
on
.
I
would
have
given
much
to
be
a
disembodied
spirit
so
that
I
could
see
them
in
the
privacy
of
the
studio
and
hear
what
they
talked
about
.
I
had
not
the
smallest
indication
on
which
to
let
my
imagination
work
.
Two
or
three
days
later
Dirk
Stroeve
called
on
me
.
"
I
hear
you
’
ve
seen
Blanche
,
"
he
said
.
