Her Faithful Knight — page 308: what you’re looking at

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304 The Uses of. Advertisement. tion last September, when I was acting at Davenport and came over one Saturday for the day with the rest of the company. There was a theatrical wedding on, so we heard. The author and manager of a shocking bad piece, “Love’s Right,” had just been married to his leading lady, and they were starting off on their honeymoon journey. Her name was Miss Knight, so I was told, and he was the Hon. Darcy Derrick, who had come into a heap of money lately on the death of his father, and was going about the country calling himself Mr. Darcy. I’m dead nuts on weddings—no, I’m not married myself, not much!’ and here Miss Mongomery shook her head roguishly. ‘From what I see of you men you're not very well worth marrying! “ “Anyway, I peeped into the compartment reserved for the bride and bridegroom, and who should I see but that scamp Sergius Trevelyan, and, as I thought, Phyllis _ Knight, only looking every so much prettier than I’d ever seen her. . “ ‘He'd left off dying his hair and he’d shaved his mustache; but I knew him in a moment, and he knew me, too. You should have seen his face change when I called out-his name. And you should have seen her face when I said he was Sergius Trevelyan, and that I was glad to see, now Millie Clements was dead, that he’d done the right thing by Phyllis Knight! “*The point was it was not Phyllis he had married, but her sister, Dorothy, and I certainly spoiled his honey- moon journey for him, for he never reached the end of it. You remember those paragraphs about a “Missing Bride” which appeared in the papers last September? Well, the missing bride was Dorothy. She had rolled him down a railway embankment on their way to Penzance, and while he lay there stunned she’d given him the slip and escaped. Eomichoo S (E@)