He said that the meal together
was a stolen joy; something he had no right to till after we were
married. He said a great many happy, foolish things. As for me, it was a
meal in Elysium.
CHAPTER XL
KING COPHETUA
All that is long ago, and I am Bawn Cardew, who was Bawn Devereux. We
have a boy, dark and fine, like Anthony, and a girl who resembles me. I
am still in a bewilderment as to why Anthony should have chosen me. I
believe there is no woman, gentle or simple, who comes in contact with
him, from my grandmother down to Katty McCann, the beggar-woman, who is
not in love with him. His way with women is always beautiful. I have
seen him carry a tramp's squalling child up a steep hill and hand it to
the mother at the top with the courtesy he would show to a duchess.
Elderly and plain women love him especially, because he is not aware
that they are elderly and plain. And men look up to him and admire him
just as much after their fashion.
As I write I am in my own little morning-room at Brosna, which love has
made beautiful for me. Outside I see velvet lawns and bright
flower-beds, and beyond the lawns and the ha-ha I can see in the park a
herd of deer feeding.
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