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She waited for me to speak, and then irritated by my silence struck at me sharply with that wicked little tongue of hers. "Do you think that Lady Mary Justin thinks of you as you think of her? Do you think she hasn't settled down?" I looked up at her quickly. "She's just going to have a second child," the Fürstin flung out. Yes, that did astonish me. I suppose my face showed it.
The Fürstin and I followed them along the broad, pleasant, tree-lined street towards the railway station. "A boy of that age ought not to marry a girl of that age," said the Fürstin, breaking a silence. I didn't answer. "Well?" she said, domineering. "My dear cousin," I said, "I know all that you have in your mind. I admit I covet her. You can't make me more jealous than I am.
"It is so hard to explain," she said. "Things that one hardly sees for oneself. Sometimes it seems one cannot help oneself. You can't choose. You are taken...." She seemed about to say something more, and stopped and bit her lip. In another moment I was standing up, and the Fürstin was calling to us across ten feet of space. "Such amoosin' little toyshops. We've got a heap of things.
What was Bismarck to the Fürstin, and to the mother he so vastly feared? Ottchen? Somehow it seems impossible. What was Grant to his wife? Surely not Ulysses! And Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? And Rutherford B. Hayes? Was Robert Browning ever Bob? Was John Wesley ever Jack? Was Emmanuel Swendenborg ever Manny? Was Tadeusz Kosciusko ever Teddy? A fair field of inquiry invites.
"Sit down," said she, "by the fire in that chair there and tell me all about it. It's no good your pretending you don't know what I mean. What are you up to with her, and why don't you go straight to your manifest destiny as a decent man should?" "Because manifestly it isn't my destiny," I said. "Stuff," said the Fürstin. "You know perfectly well why I am out of England."
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