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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"The Prophet of Berkeley Square"


"There are difficulties, my dear, many difficulties in the way."
"And what if there are? _Per augustum ad augustibus_. Every fool knows
that."
"My dear, you are a little hard upon me."
"And what have you been upon me, I should like to know? What about those
goings-on with the woman Bridgeman? What about your investigations with
that hussy Minerva? You've been her owl, that's what you've been!"
She began to show grave symptoms of hysteria. Mr. Sagittarius patted her
hands in great anxiety.
"My love, I have told you, I have sworn--"
"And what man doesn't swear whenever he gets the chance?" cried Madame.
"Why did I ever marry? _Heu miserum me_."
"My angel, be calm. I assure you--"
"Very well then, declare yourself, Jupiter, this minute, or I'll declare
yourself for you!"
"But, my love, think of Sir Tiglath! I dare not declare myself. He
will be here at any moment, and he has sworn to kill me, if I'm not an
American syndicate!"
"Rubbish!"
"But, my--"
"Rubbish! That's only what Mr. Vivian says."
"Well, but--"
"Besides, you can put on your _toga virilibus_ and knock him down. It's
no use talking to me, Jupiter."
"I know it isn't, my darling, I know.


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