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In these days of women giving daily proof of their capability for irritating mischief, if not of their ability to rule nations, Sabine Delburg was a very unique being, and could not have existed but for a combination of rare circumstances, as she was half American and half French and had inherited the quick understanding of both nations.
No details would probably be known, but that Michael Arranstoun had married a Sabine Delburg and now divorced her would certainly be announced in the Scotch journals, where the Arranstouns and their Castle were of such interest to the public. "If only I had been called Mary Smith!" Sabine almost moaned.
The whole situation struck him as delightful, and he laughed gaily, while he suggested: "You are perhaps rather a difficult charge?" Miss Delburg resented this at once. "What an idea! How would you like to marry Mr. Greenbank, or stay with Aunt Jemima for four years!" "Well, you see, I can't contemplate it, as I am not a girl!"
He did not think he could stay in England just at first after Sabine should have married Henry the chances of running across her would be too great, since they both knew the same people. Henry would read about the divorce and the name "Sabine Delburg" in the paper, too, and would then know everything, even if Sabine had not already informed him.
Greenbank? You had to flee from him you said he was horrid, I believe?" Miss Delburg had removed her hat, and was trying to tidy her hair before readjusting it; she had the hat-pin in her mouth, but took it out to answer vehemently: "So he is, a pig! And I went and got engaged to him this morning!
Her hand trembled as she wrote her name, Sabine Delburg, for the last time, and she was shivering all over as she walked back with her newly-made husband to his sitting-room through the gloomy corridor. There it was all brilliant light again, the light of soft silk-shaded lamps and the center table was cleared and supper for two and opened champagne awaited them.
"Never mind that I am sympathetic, and I am your host and, by Jove! won't you have some tea! You look awfully tired and dusty," and he rang the bell, and then reseated himself. "See, to be quite orthodox, we will make our own introduction I am Michael Arranstoun and you are ?" The girl rose and made him a polite bow. "I am Sabine Delburg," she announced.
"We wish to get married on Thursday so please be quick about the consent, as Uncle Mortimer wants me to marry his nephew, Samuel Greenbank, who I hate. Agree, sir, the expression of my sentiments, the most distinguished "Sabine Delburg." "P.S. I will want all my money, 50,000 dollars a year I believe it is, on Friday morning." Then she looked up with pride. "Don't you think that will do?"
Miss Delburg, for her part, was only thrilled with the sight of the very agreeable tea, and after waiting a moment to see what her preoccupied host would do when the servants left the room, hunger forced her to fall to the temptation of a particularly appetizing chocolate cake, which she surreptitiously seized, and began munching with the frank joy of a child.
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