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I would not suggest anything of the sort with Germany, but with this new Russia, the Russia of which Naida Karetsky is a daughter, why not? Although they will not have me back there, Russia is some day going to lay down the law to Europe." "I wonder whether Maggie has any ideas of the sort in her mind," Mrs. Bollington Smith observed. "She seems curiously abstracted to-night."
"I should say not," he replied, "the Prince is not of the order of those who change." "Is it matrimony alone," she asked, "which he denies himself?" Chalmers glanced towards Mrs. Bollington Smith, whose eyes were closed. Then he nodded towards the stage. "You see the woman who has just come upon the stage?" Maggie glanced downwards.
"In a sense, of course, I am conceited," he replied. "I am the happiest and proudest man here. I really think that after all we ought to turn it into a celebration." The band was playing a waltz. Naida's head moved to the music, and presently Nigel rose to his feet with a smile, and they passed into the ballroom. Karschoff and Mrs. Bollington Smith watched them with interest.
I like his waistcoat buttons, and the way he has tied his tie." "Too late, my dear," Nigel warned her. "I give you formal notice. I have transferred my affections." "That decides me," Maggie declared firmly. "I shall collect you back again. I hate to lose an admirer." "The nonsense you young people talk!" Mrs. Bollington Smith observed, as they reached the theatre.
Bollington Smith and bent over her fingers. "It is so kind of you and Lord Dorminster," he said, "to give me this opportunity of saying good-by to a few friends." "You are leaving us so soon, Prince?" "To-morrow, soon after dawn," he replied, his eyes wandering around the little circle. "I wish to be in Pekin, if possible, by Wednesday, so my Dragon must spread his wings indeed."
Chalmers came grumblingly up to Mrs. Bollington Smith, with whom he was an established favourite. "Lady Maggie is treating me disgracefully," he complained. "She will scarcely dance at all. She goes around talking to every one as though it were a sort of farewell party." "Perhaps it may be," Karschoff remarked quietly. "She isn't going away, is she?" Chalmers demanded.
It seems that this Molly Slater was away in service at Bollington, a village half way between our place and Hillsborough, and her fellow-servants used to quiz her because she had no sweetheart. At last, she told them to wait till next Hilisboro' fair, and they should see.
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