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If Margaret at first felt that she was doing something a little eccentric, not to say compromising, in accepting the invitation, the sensation had completely worn off before luncheon was half over, and she was as much at her ease as she could have been in Mrs. Rushmore's own house.
The next note was from Logotheti, who begged her to use his motor car for going in to her rehearsals. The chauffeur would bring it to Mrs. Rushmore's gate, the day after to-morrow, in plenty of time. The note was in French and ended with the assurance of 'most respectful homage.
In Mrs. Rushmore's garden of celebrities, he at once took his place as a rare bird. He crossed the lawn beside Margaret, indeed, with the air and assurance of a magnificent peacock.
Rushmore's gate to the stage entrance of the Opéra in something like thirty minutes without the slightest strain, and could have covered the distance in much less time if necessary. Logotheti found Schreiermeyer sitting alone in the dusk, in the stalls.
Yet it was suddenly apparent to her that because she was a singer men treated her as if she were a married woman, and would have done so if she had been even five years younger. Talking to her as Margaret Donne, in Mrs. Rushmore's house, two years earlier, Logotheti would not have approached such a subject as little Ida Moon's possible relation to Mr.
She detested over-dressed men, men who wore turquoise rings, and men who had oily voices; but it was perfectly clear to her that Logotheti was a man of the world, who knew a lady when he met one, no matter where, and meant to behave with her precisely as if he had been introduced to her in Mrs. Rushmore's drawing-room.
But I really could not foresee that one would run over the other and that you would appear just at that moment, could I? I'm helpless. I've nothing to say. You must have flirted when you were young. Try to remember what it was like, and make allowance for human weakness! She laughed nervously and glanced nervously at her companion, but Mrs. Rushmore's face was like iron. 'Mr.
'What an awful cad! observed a fastidious young American to the English officer who was still on his way to India, and was very comfortable at Mrs. Rushmore's. The Englishman looked at Logotheti attentively for nearly half a minute before he answered. 'No, he said quietly. 'That man is not a cad, he is simply a rich Oriental, dressed up in European clothes.
If you refer to Miss Donne, I may as well inform you with perfect frankness that it is of no use. Logotheti smiled and shook his head gently, keeping his eyes on Mrs. Rushmore's face, all of which she took to mean incredulity on his part. 'You may say what you like, she said. 'It's of no use. When Mrs.
You're much too young to understand such things. The wretch has designs on you. I don't care what you say, my dear, he has designs. In Mrs. Rushmore's estimation she could say nothing worse of any human being than that. 'What sort of "designs"? inquired Margaret, somewhat amused. 'In the first place, he wants to marry you. You admit that he does.
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