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This made me laugh at him, but laughing wasn't any good, and I had it in my mind to take him off to supper at a little place I knew on the Boulevards, when what should happen but that Maisa Hubbard appeared suddenly in the promenade where we stood, and immediately came up to him with such a smile as might have brought a saint out of a picture to say "Good evening" to her.
It's over-driving that's done it; I've known the kind of thing, and can understand what you feel; but you wait a bit, and then we'll see. Didn't you say I was going to bring you luck?" "I did, but not while Maisa Hubbard's in France. There's no man born could do it."
I need hardly tell you how glad I was to see him doing so well, and how I laughed at all his foolish ideas about Maisa Hubbard.
And the very rope which had first brought our friendship about: was it accident or destiny which put it into my hands, and did Ferdinand do right or wrong to say I brought him luck? I shan't answer these questions for he was sitting beside me less than two minutes afterwards, and we were hugging each other like brothers. Maisa Hubbard's friend didn't get first to Vienna, and pleased enough I was.
I could see him licking his lips as though his mouth were dry, and presently he asked her a question. "What did you dream, Maisa?" She shook her head and began the play-actress style. "Oh, I guess I wouldn't tell you, anyway." "But I want to know, Maisa?" "It was only a dream, of course aren't they real sometimes, Ferdy?
Anyway, Maisa Hubbard was popular enough down at Bordeaux, and you might still have called her the belle of the ball on June 26 in the year 1902, when we started from Champigny for the great race across the Arlberg Mountains.
Whether Ferdy just imagined that she had an evil influence over him, or whether it is true that some women are the mistresses of men's destiny, I don't pretend to say. The story is there to speak for itself. And Maisa, I may add, is in the halfpenny papers. Do you remember that famous case of Lord but perhaps it isn't my place to speak about that? Britten's own narrative.
If I didn't say this at Belfort, where Herr Jornek, the designer of the car, stood in between us and took Ferdy away for the evening to talk to him, it was well enough said at Brigenz. There a second halt was made; and although we turned in at an early hour, I had plenty of time to put the idea of winning into his head, and the idea of Maisa Hubbard out of it.
He brought himself to with an effort, closed his hand about the wheel, and then answered me: "That's the girl, right enough," he said; "you saw her for yourself." "Oh, look here, I can't take that. Don't you know Maisa Hubbard, who drove the big Panhard last autumn?" "I know Maisa Hubbard who used to dance at the Casino Theatre in New York, and she's the same.
What was more, he seemed to have forgotten all about that little devil of a Maisa Hubbard and her prophecies, and when we breakfasted together upon the morning of the start I would have said that he was fit to race for his life. And what a start it was, notwithstanding the hour!
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