The Unseen Bridgegroom - or, Wedded For a Week by May Agnes Fleming
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"Miss Dane," asked Mr. Ingelow, very earnestly, "would you accept that old man if he asked you?" "My dear Mr. Ingelow, what a dreadfully point-blank question! So very embarrassing! I thought you knew better!" "I beg your pardon. But, Miss Dane, as a sincere friend, may I ask an answer?" "Well, then, as a friend, I can't say for certain, but I am afraid--I am very much afraid I would say--" "Miss Dane, permit me!" exclaimed a voice at her elbow--"Sir Roger Trajenna, Miss Dane." Miss Dane turned calmly round to her hostess and _the_ guest of the evening, and graciously received the venerable baronet's profound bow. At the same instant the music of a waltz struck up, to the jealous artist's infinite relief. "Now, then, Miss Dane, if you are ready," said Mr. Ingelow, rather imperiously. "Excuse me, Mr. Ingelow," replied Miss Dane, with infinite calm; "I am really too much fatigued for this waltz. Sir Roger, some one is singing yonder. I should like to hear him." And under Mr. Ingelow's angry eyes, she took the enraptured old baronet's arm and walked away. |
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