CHAPTER VI.
A Hint of Something Serious
CCURRENCES such as this induce in a man of imagination a sense of sudden shy intimacy. The physical encounter seems to typify and foreshadow some intermingling of destiny. This occurs with peculiar force when the lady is as beautiful as was the girl I saw before me.
“I beg your pardon, madame,” said I, with a whirl of my hat.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the lady, with an inclination of her head.
“One is so careless in entering rooms hurriedly,” I observed.
“Oh, but it is stupid to stand just by the door!” insisted the lady.
Conscious that she was scanning my appearance, I could but return the compliment. She was very tall, almost as tall as I was myself; you would choose to call her stately, rather than slender. She was very fair, with large lazy blue eyes and a lazy smile to match. In all respects she was the greatest contrast to the Duchess of Saint-Maclou.
“You were about to pass out?” said I, holding the door.
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