The Burial of the Guns

by Thomas Nelson Page

Later on he was talking to Miss Dangerlie. He had taken her out of the throng. “Do you know who introduced me to you?” he asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Drivington.”

“No, a little girl.”

“Who? Why, don’t you remember! I am surprised. It was just in the doorway!”

“Oh! yes, I remember well enough. I met a beauty there, but I did not care for her. I met you first on the stairway, and a child introduced me.”

“Children interest me, they always admire one,” she said.

“They interest me, I always admire them,” he said. “They are true.”

She was silent, then changed the subject.

“A singular little incident befell me this evening,” she said. “As I was coming home from a luncheon-party, a wretched woman stopped me and asked me to let her look at me.”

“You did it, of course,” he said.