Lady Evelyn — page 171: what you’re looking at

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3 camel “1 a aa Mipnonnette’ S ‘Secret. my Mrs. Drummond loved her husband, she never would have wedded this false cousin.’ “You're right, mam’selle; no more she would. But it’s always the way with women—on with the new love, and off with the old, at a moment’s warning !”’ “My good Mike,” Mignonnette said, with a French shrug, “ain't you a little severe? I think it is just the other way. But that is an open question. One last word —tell me the name of Lord Clontarf’s daughter.” “she is the Lady Evelyn Desmond.” “Evelyn! Ah!” She uttered the name like a cry, recoiling. Once more Mike looked at her in wonder. “Sure, then, you’d puzzle a Philadelphia lawyer to- night, mam’selle. Upon my conscience! I believe you know more about what I’ve been telling you than I know myself. If you do “5 “Nonsense, Mike! I know hothinue nisin I tell you! Never mind me. The moon is at the full, that is all. It affects half idiots, you know, and mone. I grow more of a little fool every day. Good-night, Mike—pleas- ant rest. I'll write the letter to-morrow.” And, with these words, she flitted away out of the ward. Mignonnette passed out of the gate of the hospital into the oaslit city streets. Up in the azure the spring stars shone. Many people were abroad. Mignonnette had a peculiar, swift, light motion—she tripped over the pave- ment with the airy lightness and fleetness of a bird. As she neared her destination, a gentleman; in a loose, light overcoat, slowly sauntered up, with a cigar in his mouth, and caught a full view of her face under the BAe: light. He stopped at once. “Mignonnette! you here, and at this hour and alone? surely | am the debtor of some most fortunate accident.” Mignonnette glanced up, never halting for a second in her rapid walk at the handsome face and tall, gallant figure. “No accident in the world, Sangin Trevannance. I merely overstayed my time at the hospital, and I don’t ~ see how it can concern you, or,” mimicking his courtly, dest “make you the debtor of some most happy acci- ent! Pra ee. comicbooks.com