Confessions of a Young Lady

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nded by the glances of the breakfasters. Chance had it that they found an unoccupied table which was close to that at which Mr Davison was seated. Mr Lintorn finished his breakfas

ought

ght w

ying. He rose from his chair.

people I knew

ved with too effusive a welcome. It pleased Mr Davison to perceive it. But Mr Lintorn seemed in no way discomposed. Breakfasters finished and rose and went, but he stayed on. Mr Davison stayed too.

e me, Lint

th upon his cheeks; but assurance was not his strongest point. Scarcely had he opened his mouth than he was overwhelmed by the fear

h quite a charming accent, "will yo

robbed of singularity. Mr Lintorn, to whom, indeed, the propo

Fontanes, permit me to in

of us when the grass is green. They left the hotel together, this quartet; together they even wandered on the sands. Behind, the old gentleman with Mr Lintorn; in fro

she's a

. Then he lit a cigarette. Then he pointed to a lady,

oddess," h

monstr

people do pref

Fontanes lean? Why, she'

e surprised. W

see suc

; of

he

r people

, you're

ards Mr Davison like an old-time friend. She danced with him, not once nor twice, but three times running; and, oddly enough, between the dances they lost her father. Looking for him occupied a considerable amount of time; and

aid, his hand upo

. He was heated with pleasure and ex

you're spill

lted mass was dripping over the edge. Still it was scarcely necessary to stop him in order to tel

uld not proffer her his escort through the perils of the midnight streets? The night was fine, the breeze was warm; they lingered first in the gardens of the établissement to look upon the sea. Then t

. She addressed

nt. I am afraid my f

d you

m away from him that, when I am, even for a little time, he misses me. But

r from her scolding. They found the old gentleman in the salon, seated, in solitary state, in front of a tab

of you, upon my honour. I have

so s

soft cheek against his rough one. H

I am not i

avison, my father is justly angry with me. I h

o the old gentleman w

n Mdlle. de Fontanes'

palm with the end of his frigid finge

play é

ave played it my

beautiful irony, "you should

t the young lady

to-night? I am already gui

udiated the id

es I sit up playing car

the old man softly, "wh

ifling, but, even so, if one never wins, one may lose--in time. When Mr Davison rose to go he had lost all h

. In the hall, before she open

mise me not to play w

e you!

a younger man. You do not p

end. But Mr Davison chafed at th

for your satisfaction, that I was not afraid of meeting any ma

ady s

he opened the door. The daw

e saw before him in the air, not a