—Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know
what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to
the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion,
of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give
below. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or
pneumonia or something like that. “Yes. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing
and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly
together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life,
of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine;
of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are
splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite
within my means. ’
She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes. He was never drunk in the
accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. The crown has passed from the brow of one
monarch to that of another. And would you
mind hurrying a little. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield.
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