‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. Those were dreams. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. Only au revoir. She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco.
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