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Updated: June 7, 2025
Before my eyes stretched a horrible vista of years, lived through with Freule Menela mean little, vain, disloyal Freule Menela by my side, contentedly spending my money and bearing my name, while I faded like a lovely lily on the altar of self-sacrifice.
It was ten o'clock, and, as usual, we were timed to start at ten; but I did not consider it my place to ask the reason why, or any other question about starting. Mine, but to do or die and keep out of reach of Freule Menela. It was through Nell that the mystery was solved, as we stood chatting on deck. "Where's Phil?" she inquired of the twins.
It was wonderful to see the moonlight fading into dawn, over the canal, and the gentle, indistinct landscape, and I wished that Mr. van Buren could have been with us, as I am sure it was the kind of thing which would have appealed to his heart especially if Freule Menela were not with him, to hold him down to earth.
However, Nell was so horrid to him from the first minute, I grew sorry for the poor fellow, and he took her snubs like a combination of saint and gentleman. The more I saw of him the more I began to feel that Freule Menela van der Windt must have done him an injustice, at least in some of the things she told us.
What it said I shall probably never know, but Robert's too handsome face was a shade less tranquil than usual, and I guessed that, as Nell would say, he had had to be very Frisian before he succeeded in persuading his still more Frisian mother that Phyllis Rivers is a desirable substitute for Freule Menela van der Windt.
I thought Nell might, in any case, be grateful to him for saving her when the bathing-machine horse ran away with her into the sea. I didn't tell Mr. van Buren what Freule Menela said, for it would have been mean, as he might have felt vexed with her.
I stifled the pang which I could not help feeling at the thought that he should have either, and in a low voice asked Freule Menela van der Windt if I might be her cavalier, in order to continue our very interesting argument? I had already forgotten what the last one was about; but that was a detail. Had she been a little less well-bred, I think she would have bridled.
Now I know, by the mysterious way you're looking at me, that you have done something. I believe you made him I mean Mr. van Buren come to see us again sooner than he intended to." "Perhaps. And perhaps I made him bring Freule Menela with him." "Did you? I wish but no. I mustn't think of that." "Wait a few hours and then think what you like," said I. Yet I spoke gloomily.
I had thought that Freule Menela was the sort of girl who might drop the meat for the sake of the shadow; but having indicated the presence of a floating, ghostly shadow which might belong to any one or no one I had no idea of advancing further, even to bestow happiness on Phyllis.
Naturally, I remembered instantly about the bet, which somehow concerned his being introduced to Nell within a certain length of time so Freule Menela said and I couldn't help thinking it was impertinent, winning it in such a way on Nell's own boat.
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