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"Well, all you poor idiots who write things have some fine tale to tell their typewriter," she remarked. "You seem as though you mean it, though. Where did you meet Elizabeth Dalstan?" "I came over with her on the Elletania," he answered thoughtlessly. She gave a little start. Then she turned upon him almost in anger. "Well, of all the simpletons!" she exclaimed.
I offered her at once everything I could offer. Nothing doing. We don't need to tell one another that she isn't that sort. I went off and left her, spent a winter in Siberia, and came home by China. I suppose there were women there and in Paris. I was there for a month. I didn't see them. Then America. Elizabeth Dalstan was still touring, not doing much good for herself.
"If you'd drop that play-acting talk and speak like a man, I'd like you better," Sylvanus Power continued. "There it is in plain words. I lived with my wife until we quarrelled and she left me, and while she lived with me I thought no more of women than cats. When she went, I thought I'd done with the sex. Elizabeth Dalstan happened along, and I found I hadn't even begun. Eight years ago we met.
"They were always alike," she confided, "the same figures, same shaped head and that sort of thing. Douglas was a little overfond of life, though, and Philip here hasn't found out yet what it means. It was a shock, though, Miss Dalstan. Philip was sitting in the dark when I arrived at his rooms this evening, and I thought it was Douglas." Elizabeth shivered a little.
"You'll be waiting for the work at nine o'clock to-morrow morning?" he asked, as indifferently as possible. "I will," she promised. He leaned back and told her little anecdotes about the play, things that had happened to him during the last few weeks, speaking often of Elizabeth Dalstan. By degrees the nervous unrest seemed to pass away from her.
"I don't think so," he said, "As a matter of fact, I am sure we haven't, because you are one of the men whom I hoped some day to come across over here. I couldn't possibly have forgotten a meeting with you." Mr. Raymond Greene's blue eyes looked as though they saw visions. "But surely," he expostulated, "the Elletania my table on the Elletania, when Miss Dalstan crossed " Philip laughed easily.
Philip raised his head and caught a glimpse of a rather pale face, a mass of deep brown hair, a pleasant smile from a very shapely mouth, and the rather intense regard of a pair of wonderfully soft eyes, whose colour at that moment he was not able to determine. "I have had the pleasure of seeing Miss Dalstan on the stage," he observed. "Capital!" Mr. Raymond Greene exclaimed.
"I don't remember mentioning it," Philip observed, "but I am a manufacturer of boots and shoes." Elizabeth Dalstan looked across at him a little curiously. One might have surmised that she was in some way disappointed. "Coming over to learn a thing or two from us, eh?" Mr. Greene went on. "You use all our machinery, don't you? Well, there's Paul Lawton on board, from Brockton.
Say, what I want to ask is do you think you're properly grateful?" "I couldn't ever repay Miss Dalstan," he acknowledged, a little sadly, "but " "Look here, no 'buts'!" she interrupted. "You think I don't know anything. Perhaps I don't, and perhaps I do. I was standing in the door of the office when you two came in from your automobile drive this afternoon.
They're happy in misfortune, so long as they are helping some one else. She is wonderful, Elizabeth Dalstan. She may even be one of those. You'll find that out. You'd better find out for yourself. There isn't any one can help you very much." "I am not sure that you haven't," he said. "Now I'll go. Where did you get your violets, Martha? Had them in water since last night, haven't you?"
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