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The Strollers
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“My boat sails in an hour,” he continued.
“But–you are not–going–now?”
“If I stay, it must be–”
“Forever!” she said. “Forever!”
“Have you heard the news?” said Susan to the count.
“Secular?” drawled the erstwhile emissary. He was in ill-humor, having called three times on Constance, who had been excused on all these occasions.
“Not necessarily,” replied she, with the old familiar toss of the head. “Saint-Prosper has come back, and he’s going to marry Constance!”
“Eh? What? I don’t be–Who told you?” demanded the count, sharply.
“Well, you needn’t take my head off! She did, if you want to know.”
“Miss Carew?”
“Herself!”
The nobleman lolled back in his chair, a dark look on his face. Here were fine hopes gone a-glimmering!
“Pardie! the creditors will have to wait awhile,” he thought. “And I–I have been a dunce, dancing attendance all these days! I had hoped to marry wealth and beauty. What did I come over here for? The demned country’s barren of everything!”
“Isn’t it delightful they should meet after such a long time?” rattled on Susan, gaily. “So romantic! And then they were exactly suited for each other. Dear me,”–enthusiastically–“I have taken such an interest in them, I almost feel as if I had brought it all about.”
THE END
“But–you are not–going–now?”
“If I stay, it must be–”
“Forever!” she said. “Forever!”
“Have you heard the news?” said Susan to the count.
“Secular?” drawled the erstwhile emissary. He was in ill-humor, having called three times on Constance, who had been excused on all these occasions.
“Not necessarily,” replied she, with the old familiar toss of the head. “Saint-Prosper has come back, and he’s going to marry Constance!”
“Eh? What? I don’t be–Who told you?” demanded the count, sharply.
“Well, you needn’t take my head off! She did, if you want to know.”
“Miss Carew?”
“Herself!”
The nobleman lolled back in his chair, a dark look on his face. Here were fine hopes gone a-glimmering!
“Pardie! the creditors will have to wait awhile,” he thought. “And I–I have been a dunce, dancing attendance all these days! I had hoped to marry wealth and beauty. What did I come over here for? The demned country’s barren of everything!”
“Isn’t it delightful they should meet after such a long time?” rattled on Susan, gaily. “So romantic! And then they were exactly suited for each other. Dear me,”–enthusiastically–“I have taken such an interest in them, I almost feel as if I had brought it all about.”
THE END
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