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The fact that they had come together and were together, had already darkly enlightened the fallen star and as she strode in she exclaimed with poetry and fervour: "Two souls with but a single thought!" Paliser took his hat. "We are a trifle better provided. I have as many as three or four thoughts and one of them concerns a license. I am going to get it."
"I heard his name too. It's er " "Lennox," the captain put in. "Lennox, yes, that's it, and just to see how my account tallies with yours, what did he say?" "He said he'd do for him. I could have laughed." "It was funny, I laughed myself, and about a woman, wasn't it?" "I don't know. But he was engaged to be married. I saw it in the papers." "And this young Paliser butted in?" "I couldn't say.
There, while he waited with her for a descending lift, a silk hat that had just come from a malachite bench, alighted from an ascending one. Immediately the other lift took her. "Who was that?" the hat's owner alertly asked. Mr. Purdy rubbed his perspiring hands. "Mrs. Paliser." Jeroloman wheeled like a rat. He looked at the cage. It had vanished. He looked at the other.
If she could, she would have gone without a word, silently, in the only dignified manner that was possible. But, apparently, matters had arranged themselves otherwise. She went to the bed, took the bundle, moved back to the table and waited. She did not wait long. Paliser, with the pretence of a knock and a smile on his lips walked in but not far.
Cassy, leaning forward, struck the keys, giving him the note and again she sang, this time the Libiamo, which, old as the hills, claptrap, utterly detestable, none the less served to display the bravura quality of her voice. When it passed, Paliser sprang up, faced her. "Open your mouth! There! Wide!" Cassy, familiar with the ritual, obeyed. Paliser peered into the strawberry of her throat.
"Don't be a fool," Cassy frigidly threw at her. "Will you take my arm?" Paliser asked. "Don't be a fool either," she threw at him and bravely, head up, went on to the events that waited. In the street below a strain overtook her. Ma Tamby was amusing herself with "Lohengrin." Paliser, alighting, turned to help Cassy. But Cassy could get out unassisted.
She was not carnal, but she was hungry and at her home latterly the food had been vile. The Tamburini, with enigmatic ideas in the back of her head, ate her horrible dish very delicately, her little finger crooked. But she drank nobly. Paliser too had ideas which, however, were not enigmatic in the least and not in the back of his head either.
That he was spectacularly wealthy was a tid-bit, that he had been killed at the Metropolitan was a delight, the war news was nothing to the fact that the party with the stiletto had escaped "unbeknownst." These people were unacquainted with Paliser. But here was a young man with an opera-box of his own, and think of that! Here was the mythological monster that the Knickerbocker has become.
He looked down at his plate which appeared to engross him. Cassy raised her spoon. "A penny for your thoughts." He looked up. "They are worth far more. I was thinking of the night I first met you." Cassy laughed. "And Ma Tamby's ham and eggs?" Paliser, raising his own spoon, added: "It was Lennox who introduced us. You knew he was engaged to Miss Austen? Well, she has broken it."
There has always been a Paliser here and it is your turn now which reminds me. I have made over some property to you. You would have had it any way, but the transfer will put you on your feet, besides saving the inheritance tax." "Thank you. What is it?" "The Place, the Wall Street and lower Broadway property, that damned hotel and the opera-box. Jeroloman wrote you about it.
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