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"By the way, is that Miss Landors whom you used to rave about in your letters married yet?" "No." Miss Landors was Phyllis only to her intimate friends. I called the waiter and ordered him to replenish my stein, Dan watching me curiously the while. "No, Miss Landors is not married yet." "I have often wondered what she looked like," he mused. "When do you go on your vacation?" I asked irrelevantly.
There was a 'Queen Mab; and a 'Lyrical Ballads; an 'Endymion; a few Landors thrown in, and a 'Bride of Abydos' this last not of much account, for its author had the indiscretion, from the collector's point of view, to be famous from the beginning, and so to flood the world with large editions.
I am desirous to wed Miss Landors." The cab was now rolling along the row. "A truly great ambition," I admitted. "After all, what greater ambition is there than to marry the woman you love? Philip, I will accept your gift in the spirit it is given, and I'll make use of it in the days to come, when I am old and rusted. I understand your motive. You are happy and wish every one to be."
And when I had done, his astonishment knew no bounds. "Great George, that makes Miss Landors a Princess, too!" "It does, truly. Herein lies the evil of loving above one's station. In our country love is like all things, free to obtain. We are in a country which is not free. Here, those who appear to have the greatest liberty have the least." "And she knows nothing about it?" "Nothing."
Guests all right? No disappointments? I had gone through the list with her, selecting just the right people to be asked to meet the Landors, our new neighbors. Not a mere cumbrous county gathering, nor yet a showy imported party from town, but a skillful blending of both. Had anything happened already? I had been late for dinner and missed the arrivals in the drawing-room. It was Leta's fault.
"Eden," said I. "I wasn't sure, so I asked." "I do not know how to take that," she said, with mock severity. "Oh, I meant Eden when it was Paradise," I hastened to say. "Yes," put in Pembroke; "please go back, Miss Landors, and begin the world all over again." "Phyllis," said I, in a whisper, "have you ever met that remarkable affinity of yours?"
"Well, you see, my conscience would not permit me to meet such a remarkable woman as Miss Landors without becoming better acquainted with her." He swung his cane back and forth. "This is very sudden," said I, lighting a cigar. "When did it happen?" "What time did she come into your office the other day?" "It must have been after eleven." "Then it happened about eleven-fifteen."
Then one rainy afternoon Mrs. Wellington, the Landors' housekeeper, entertained Charlotte with stories of this same young lady who, it turned out, lived just across the street in a house distinguished from the rest of the block by a garden at one side. According to Mrs.
"Do you know, Miss Landors," he said, "that I never dreamed to meet you again when I saw you in Vienna last year?" "Vienna?" said she. "I have never been to Vienna." I suddenly brought down my heel on Pembroke's toes. "Ah, a curious mistake on my part. I suppose the ball at the ministry to-night will be your first on the continent?" I gazed admiringly at him. He had not even looked at me.
Guests all right? No disappointments? I had gone through the list with her, selecting just the right people to be asked to meet the Landors, our new neighbours. Not a mere cumbrous county gathering, nor yet a showy imported party from town, but a skillful blending of both. Had anything happened already? I had been late for dinner and missed the arrivals in the drawing-room. It was Leta's fault.
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