"
"It has been in my mind. An ounce of eyesight is worth a ton of print. My
lady was there once, I believe"--he turned towards her--"but before your
time, I think. Or did you meet there, perhaps?" He glanced at both
curiously. He scarcely knew why a thought flashed into his mind--as
though by some telepathic sense; for it had never been there before, and
there was no reason for its being there now.
Hylda saw what David was about to answer, and she knew instinctively that
he would say they had never met. It shamed her. She intervened as she saw
he was about to speak.
"We were introduced for the first time to-night," she said; "but Claridge
Pasha is part of my education in the world. It is a miracle that Hamley
should produce two such men," she added gaily, and laid her fan upon her
husband's arm lightly. "You should have been a Quaker, Harry, and then
you two would have been--"
"Two Quaker Don Quixotes," interrupted Eglington ironically.
"I should not have called you a Don Quixote," his wife lightly rejoined,
relieved at the turn things had taken.
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