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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"The Prophet of Berkeley Square"

They turned and looked at him with
reproachful doves' eyes.
"Grannie--Lady Julia!" he exclaimed, "I implore your forgiveness. Pardon
me! Appearances are against me, I know. But some day you may understand
how I am placed. My position is--my--my situation--I--you--do not wholly
condemn me! Wait--wait a few days, I implore you!"
He rushed out of the room.
The two old ladies seated themselves upon the sofa, and tremblingly
spread abroad their damask skirts. They looked at each other in silence,
shaking their elegant heads. Then Mrs. Merillia said, in a fluttering
voice,--
"Oh, Julia, you were a lady in waiting to Her Majesty, you were kissed
by the great Duke--tell me--tell me what it all means!"
"Victoria," replied Lady Julia, "it means that your grandson has fallen
into the clutches of a dangerous and determined ratcatcher."
And then the two old ladies mingled their damask skirts and their lace
caps and wept.

CHAPTER XVIII
THE SILLY LIFE
"Call a cab for Sir Tiglath, Mr. Ferdinand," whispered the Prophet--"a
four-wheeler with a lame horse. I'll take both Mr. and Madame
Sagittarius in the brougham."
"Must the horse be lame, sir?"
"Yes.


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