“I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. Some days, his eyes were green. ” Drummond looked up with mock eagerness. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in Henry Esmond's ruffles. It is to take place to-night.
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