“Her brother brought her to my house. I asked her to stay with me, and finally we went to Italy together.”
“She has a very aristocratic manner.”
“She ought to have. She was educated at Mrs. St. Alban’s, and she visits at the 222 Earl of Arundel’s, the Duke of Norfolk’s, and the very exclusive Boleyns’,—Lady Mary Boleyn is her friend, and she has also had the great advantage of my society for nearly two years.”
“Then of course she is not Aspatria, and my heart is a liar, and my memory is a traitor, and my eyes do not see correctly. I will call about nine. I am at the Star and Garter. If she should name me at all—”
“Do you imagine she noticed you? and in such a public place as Howell’s?”
“I really do imagine she noticed me. Ask her.”
“I see you are in love again. After all that experience has done for you! It is a Nemesis, Ulfar. I have often noticed that, however faithless a man may be, there comes at last one woman who avenges all the rest. Enter Nemesis at nine to-night!”
“Sarah, you are an angel.”
“Thank you, Ulfar. I thought you classed me with the other side.”