The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. . The man had favoured him with a brief nod, but the girl had gone so far as to offer a tiny smile, and a look under her lashes with which not even Gerald, for all his scant interest in female society, could fail to be familiar. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. ’ Lucilla gaped. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. “What has she told you?” “Everything. “What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t you accept an engagement here?” “An engagement?” she queried. ‘What is the matter?’ ‘Is there nothing you do not know?’ she asked faintly. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. She’s very special.
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