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"Infernally familiar!" said Mr. Carmyle. Sally perceived that on the topic of the waiter she and her host did not see eye to eye and that little pleasure or profit could be derived from any discussion centring about him. She changed the subject. She was not liking Mr.
She had had, he could not disguise it from himself, the better of their late encounter and he was conscious of a desire to meet her again and show her that there was more in him than she apparently supposed. Bruce Carmyle, in a word, was piqued: and, though he could not quite decide whether he liked or disliked Sally, he was very sure that a future without her would have an element of flatness.
Carmyle, though he had no objection to the Gaiety Chorus in its proper place on the other side of the footlights had always looked on these young men after as social outcasts. The fine dashing frenzy which had brought him all the way from South Audley Street to win Sally was ebbing fast. Sally, hearing him speak, had turned.
"The people you are with," said Mr. Carmyle. Even in the stress of his emotion this problem had been exercising him. In his correctly ordered world girls did not go to restaurants alone. "I'm not with anybody." "You came here by yourself?" exclaimed Bruce Carmyle, frankly aghast.
The mist cleared from her eyes and she recognized Bruce Carmyle. "I called at your place," Mr. Carmyle was saying, "and the hall porter told me that you were here, so I ventured to follow you. I hope you do not mind? May I smoke?" He lit a cigarette with something of an air.
Then another sudden shooting spasm convinced him that no profit or pleasure was to be derived from a continuance of the argument, and he began to shamble slowly across to the door. Bruce Carmyle watched him go with twitching hands.
"If you don't mind," said Sally, sitting down, "I think I'll breathe a little." She breathed. The train sped on. "Quite a close thing," said Bruce Carmyle, affably. The pain in his toe was diminishing. "You nearly missed it." "Yes. It was lucky Mr. Kemp was with me. He throws very straight, doesn't he." "Tell me," said Carmyle, "how do you come to know my Cousin? On the beach yesterday morning..."
Sally was eyeing him steadily considering the circumstances, Mr. Carmyle thought with not a little indignation, much too steadily. "This," he said ponderously, "is very amusing." He waited for her to speak, but she said nothing. "I might have expected it," said Mr. Carmyle with a bitter laugh. Sally forced herself from the lethargy which was gripping her. "Would you like me to explain?" she said.
It was not merely the suitor's impressive wealth that made him hold this opinion, though it would be idle to deny that the prospect of having a brother-in-lawful claim on the Carmyle bank-balance had cast a rosy glamour over the future as he had envisaged it. He honestly liked and respected the man. He appreciated his quiet and aristocratic reserve.
I was saying one doesn't always know one's own mind at first, and if this fellow really is a good fellow... and Fillmore tells me he's got all the money in the world..." Sally stopped her. "No, it's no good. I don't want to marry Mr. Carmyle." "That's that, then," said Mrs. Fillmore. "It's a pity, though." "Why are you taking it so much to heart?" said Sally with a nervous laugh. "Well..." Mrs.
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