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They're getting quite used to New York. Mrs. Dangerfield's a vulgar wretch next winter she'll call on me." "You are unlike any Madchen I've ever seen I don't understand you," said poor Vogelstein with the colour still in his face. "Well, you never WILL understand me probably; but what difference does it make?" He attempted to tell her what difference, but I've no space to follow him here.
The two turned round together to hang over Alexandria, which for Pandora, as she declared, was a picture of Old Virginia. She told Vogelstein that she was always hearing about it during the Civil War, ages before. Little girl as she had been at the time she remembered all the names that were on people's lips during those years of reiteration.
She sat down in one of them, though Mrs. Throughout the hour he spent with her Vogelstein seemed to see how it was she had made herself.
The girl in the present case was older and not so pretty, as he could easily judge, for the image of her smiling eyes and speaking lips still hovered before him. He went back to his book with the feeling that it would give him some information about her. This was rather illogical, but it indicated a certain amount of curiosity on the part of Count Vogelstein.
Fraulein Vogelstein followed, embracing a blooming rose-tree, above which her grey curls waved and her friendly face beamed joyfully as she cried: 'Dear Herr Blak, we bring you greetings and a little gift or two in honour of this ever-to-be-remembered day. Best wishes! and may the new year bloom for you as beautifully as we your heart-warm friends desire.
"We'll try another, if you like," said Mr. Lansing good-humouredly. "Oh no it has got to be this one! Good-bye, Count Vogelstein. I hope you'll judge us correctly!" The young man went his way and passed the barrier of the dock. Here he was met by his English valet with a face of consternation which led him to ask if a cab weren't forthcoming.
He looked eminent, but he looked relaxed, and the lady beside him ministered freely and without scruple, it was clear, to this effect of his comfortably unbending. Vogelstein caught her voice as he approached. He heard her say "Well now, remember; I consider it a promise."
Did he suppose every one knew every one else in the biggest country in the world, and that one wasn't as free to choose one's company there as in the most monarchical and most exclusive societies? She laughed such delusions to scorn as Vogelstein tucked her beautiful furred coverlet they reclined together a great deal in their elongated chairs well over her feet.
To escape the loquacity of my other neighbour I gave myself to parallel observation of Vogelstein and Morrison the great dealer and his greater customer. Both plainly belonged to the same species and it pleased my whim to symbolise them as a mastodon and a rogue elephant. Morrison, the dreaded agent and operator, was unquestionably the finer creature.
Mightn't it be proved, facts, figures and documents or at least watch in hand, considerably greater than the occasion demanded? Count Vogelstein was still young enough in diplomacy to think it necessary to have opinions. He had a good many indeed which had been formed without difficulty; they had been received ready-made from a line of ancestors who knew what they liked.
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