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He saw that young Mosenberg was with her, and naturally the boy would have approached Ingram, and stopped and spoken. But Ingram paid no attention to him. He was, with a quick pang at his heart, regarding Sheila, with the knowledge that on her rested the cruel decision as to whether she should come forward to him or not.
When you have made a name for yourself, and got a good many more years, you will be better able to bear anything that happens to you in your love or in your marriage." "You are very kind to take so much trouble," said young Mosenberg, looking up with big, grateful eyes.
You are in love with her, are you? A lady admits you to her house, is particularly kind to you, talks to you in confidence, and then you go and tell people that you are in love with her!" "I did not tell people," said Mosenberg, flushing under the severity of the reproof: "I told you only, and I thought you would understand what I meant.
It was eleven o'clock, and young Mosenberg started up with a thousand apologies and hopes that he had not detained Mrs. Lavender. No, Mrs. Lavender was not going out: her husband was going round for an hour to a ball that Mrs. Kavanagh was giving, but she preferred to stay at home. "May I call upon you to-morrow afternoon, madame?" said the boy as he was leaving.
Ingram to-day," said young Mosenberg ingenuously. He was dining with Lavender, not at home, but at a club in St. James's street; and either his curiosity was too great, or he had forgotten altogether Ingram's warnings to him that he should hold his tongue. "Oh, did you?" said Lavender, showing no great interest. "Waiter, some French mustard. What did Ingram say to you?"
"You are lucky to be able to get her to leave the house," her husband said: "I can't." Perhaps he had not tried so much as the words seemed to imply. "Mr. Ingram," cried young Mosenberg, bursting into the room of his friend, "do you know that I have seen your princess from the island of the Atlantic?
Sit down and tell me something more about your experiences of Shei of Mrs. Lavender." Young Mosenberg laughed and sat down: "Do you know, Mr. Ingram, that the same thing occurred the night before last? I was about to sing some more, or I was asking Mrs. Lavender to sing some more I forget which but she said to me, 'Not just now. I wish you to sit down and tell me all you know about Mr. Ingram."
"Mosenberg," he said, "before you go calling on people you ought to visit an English tailor. People will think you belong to a German band." "I have been to a tailor," said the lad with a frank laugh. "My parents, madame, wish me to be quite English: that is why I am sent to live in London, while they are in Frankfort.
"Mosenberg," said Ingram with a flash of anger in the dark eyes, "if you were half a dozen years older I would thrash the life out of you. Do you think that is a pretty sort of joke to make about a woman? Don't you know the mischief your gabbling tongue might make? for how is every one to know that you are talking merely impertinent nonsense?"
He would show Sheila that he was not unreasonable. He would talk to her about it as soon as he got home, and in as kindly a way as was possible. Mosenberg did not play billiards, but they remained late in the billiard-room, Lavender playing pool, and getting out of it rather successfully. He could not speak to Sheila that night, but next morning, before going out, he did.
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