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I can carry you easily standing on my shoulders. If you get a very long cloak, so as to fall well down on me, no one would suspect in the dark that there were two of us; we should look like one tremendously tall man. Well, you know, he goes every evening to Dunstable's to sing with Miss Dunstable. They say he's making love to her.
He never lets anybody go near him when he's writing." "I see; like all geniuses, he's dangerous on the loose." Was Lady Dunstable's smile just touched with sarcasm? "Well! has the success of the lectures surprised you?" Doris pondered. "No," she said at last, "not really. I always thought Arthur had it in him." "But you hardly expected such a run such an excitement!"
All this had taken place openly only a day or two after that casual whisper dropped by Tom Towers at Miss Dunstable's party by Tom Towers, that most pleasant of all pleasant fellows. And how should he have known it, he who flutters from one sweetest flower of the garden to another, "Adding sugar to the pink, and honey to the rose, So loved for what he gives, but taking nothing as he goes"?
The little remark which had dropped from him at Miss Dunstable's, made, no doubt, after mature deliberation, and with profound political motives, was the forerunner, only by twelve hours, of a very general report that the giants were going to the country.
"I wish it would make them sick," said Linton. "Perhaps it will.... By George!" He started. "What's up?" said Linton. "Oh, nothing. I was only thinking of something." They walked on without further conversation. Dunstable's brain was working fast. He had an idea, and was busy developing it.
He was, however, a little jealous, and felt that an injury was done to him by any correspondence between Miss Dunstable and his cousin George. Miss Dunstable's reply was as follows; and it may be remarked that it was written in a very clear and well-penned hand, and one which certainly did not betray much emotion of the heart:
She got somehow through all the curious eyes turned upon her; she followed Lady Dunstable through the spacious passages of the Lodge, adorned with the usual sportsman's trophies, till she was ushered into a small sitting-room, Lady Dunstable's particular den, crowded with photographs of half the celebrities of the day the poets, savants, and artists, of England, Europe, and America.
Between them they polished the riddle; but by the time it was done the Home Secretary had begun to find Meadows's little wife, whose existence he had not noticed hitherto, more agreeable than Lady Dunstable's table with its racked countenances, and its too ample supply of pencils and paper. A deadly crime!
Thorne should so live. But all this was a matter of the merest speculation, for he was well aware as he said to himself a dozen times that his niece had blundered strangely in her reading of Miss Dunstable's character. When the Gresham party entered the ante-room into which the staircase opened, they found Miss Dunstable standing there surrounded by a few of her most intimate allies. Mrs.
As he did so, and as his eyes fell upon Miss Dunstable's stiff curls, he almost shuddered. And then the ladies retired. His aunt, with a good-natured smile on her face, come to him as she was leaving the room, the last of the bevy, and putting her hand on his arm, led him out into a small unoccupied chamber which opened from the grand saloon.
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