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What if this opportunity were to collapse as hopelessly as the first? Mabel would of course have forgotten him would she let him drop indifferently as before? He felt far from hopeful as he rang the bell. He asked for Miss Dorothy Langton, giving his name as 'Mr. Ernstone, and was shown into a little room filled with the pretty contrivances which the modern young lady collects around her.
Had Holroyd made a confidant of this angry old gentleman? 'A gentleman whose relation I think you have the privilege to be, sir. Come, you see I know you, Mr. Mr. Cyril Ernstone, he sneered. 'Are you prepared to deny it? Mark drew a long sweet breath of relief. What a fright he had had!
But you can put your question of course, if you like, and I will tell you if we should be justified in answering you, he added, as he saw nothing offensive in his visitor's manner. 'Thank you, said Vincent. 'I will, then. Would you be justified in telling me if the name of "Cyril Ernstone" is a real or assumed one?
And a few days afterwards Mark found on his breakfast table an envelope from his publisher, which proved to contain a letter directed to 'Mr. Ciril Ernstone, at the office. The letter was written in a round childish hand, with scrapings here and there to record the fall of a vanquished blot. 'Dear Mr.
You, were just the same at Dolly's age, Mabel.... Now I never recollect worrying myself about such ideas.... I'm sure I don't know how they get it. But I hear it is such a wonderful book you have written, Mr. Ernstone. I've not read it yet. My wretched health, you know. But really, when I think how clever you must be, I feel quite afraid to talk to you.
'I'm afraid I prefer the other fiction, then, said Mabel. 'I like to sympathise with the characters, and you can't sympathise with an ideal hero and heroine. I hope you will let your heroine have one or two little weaknesses, Mr. Ernstone. 'Now you are laughing at me, said Mark, more humbly.
The faults of style and errors of taste here and there which jarred upon her were still too rare or too foreign to the general tone of the book to prejudice her seriously, and she put down the book half finished, not from weariness but with an unusual desire to economise the pleasure it gave her. 'I wonder what "Cyril Ernstone" is like, she thought, half unconsciously.
Here's the argument. He read and re-read it carefully, and then went to a bookshelf and took down a book with the Grosvenor Library label; it was a copy of 'Illusion, by Cyril Ernstone.
Ernstone at his publishers', you know I'll show you how to address it, but you must write the rest yourself, and ask him to tell you if the sugar prince was really a fairy, and then you will know all about it; but my own belief is, Dolly, that there aren't any fairies now, at any rate. 'If there weren't, argued Dolly, 'people wouldn't write books about them.
I hate your shallow fellows, and 'pon my word I felt strongly inclined to show him up, only I didn't care to annoy Langton! 'I'm glad you didn't, dear, said his wife; 'I don't think dinner-parties are good places to show people up in, and really Mr. Ernstone, or Ashburn, whatever his name is, struck me as being so very charming perhaps you expected too much from him.
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