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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Every time I see Miss Delaires," he said slowly, "my opinion of her charms and her accomplishments goes up with a leap." Lewis nodded, and scarcely refrained from saying, "I told you so." Leighton's face remained impassive. "She has a much larger repertoire than I thought," he continued; "but there's one rôle she can't play." "What's that?" asked Lewis. "Marriage."
Leighton heard Nelton running down the stairs to call a cab for her. Mlle. Folly Delaires was not born within a stone's throw of the Paris fortifications, as her manager would have liked you to believe, but in an indefinite street in Cockneydom, so like its mates that, in the words of Folly herself, she had to have the homing instinct of a pigeon to find it at all.
My work sometime I'll show you my work before and after. I wish I could have shown it to dad, I wish I could have told him that I've said good-by to Folly." "Good-by to Folly?" cried Natalie, with a leap of the heart. Then her heart sank back. "You mean you've said good-by to foolishness, to childish things?" "Both," said Lewis. "Folly Delaires and childish things." "Why?" asked Natalie, shortly.
When she had quite made out his trim, well-dressed figure, she decided not to be as haughty as she had at first intended. "Miss Delaires," she said, without quite unbending, however, "is not in to callers at half after ten; she's in her bath." "I am fortunate," remarked Leighton, coolly. "Will you take her my card?" He weighted it with a sovereign.
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