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Would she terrible thought! succumb to his perfections? The Princess was already there, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, equal if not superior to those who were following the superb Chevalier. Indeed, they met almost as rivals! Their eyes sought each other in splendid competition. The Chevalier turned away, dazzled and incoherent. "She is adorable, magnificent!" he gasped to McFeckless.
"He didn't like them," put in Fitz-Fulke promptly. "Ha!" said the doctor sharply, "and why not, sir?" As Fitz-Fulke hesitated, he added brusquely: "There! Run away and play! I've business with this young man," pointing to McFeckless. As Fitz-Fulke escaped gladly from the room, the doctor turned to McFeckless. "It won't do, my boy.
His magnificent form was closely attired in a velveteen jacket and trousers, with a singular display of pearl buttons along the seams, that were absolutely lavish in their quantity; a hat adorned with feathers and roses completed his singularly picturesque equipment. "Chevalier!" burst out McFeckless in breathless greeting. "Ah, mon ami!
"Still, I think the Princess open to criticism," said Sir Midas oracularly. "Damn all criticism and critics!" burst out McFeckless, with the noble frankness of a passionate and yet unfettered soul. Sir Midas, who employed critics in his business, as he did other base and ignoble slaves, drew up himself and his paunch and walked away. The Chevalier cast a superb look at McFeckless. "Voila!
"But come, I see from the way the crowd are hurrying that your divinity's number is up I mean," he corrected himself hastily, "that she is probably dancing again." "Aha! with him, the imbecile McFeckless?" gasped the Chevalier. "No, alone." She was indeed alone, in the centre of the ballroom with outstretched arms revolving in an occult, weird, dreamy, mystic, druidical, cabalistic circle.
Haustus Pilgrim was here professionally as a nerve specialist in the treatment of hallucinations produced by neurotic conditions, you know." "A mad doctor, here!" gasped Sir Midas. "Yes. The Princess, the Chevalier, McFeckless, and even my mother were all patients of his on the dahabiyeh. He believed, don'tcherknow, in humoring them and letting them follow out their cranks, under his management.
Eh, sirs!" he murmured suddenly, as waking from a dream. "Oh, damn her eyes!" said Lord Fitz-Fulke languidly. "Tell you what, old man, you're just gone on that girl!" "Ha!" roared McFeckless, springing to his feet, "ye will be using such language of the bonniest"
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