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The Lady Of All Our Dreams
by
“Oh, if I could! if even I could now, my dear!” Pauline Romeyne left him upon a sudden, crying this. And “So!” said Mr. Charteris.
He had been deeply shaken and very much in earnest; but he was never the man to give for any lengthy while too slack a rein to emotion; and so he now sat down upon the bench and lighted a cigarette and smiled. Yet he fully recognized himself to be the most enviable of men and an inhabitant of the most glorious world imaginable–a world wherein he very assuredly meant to marry Pauline Romeyne say, in the ensuing September. Yes, that would fit in well enough, although, of course, he would have to cancel the engagement to lecture in Milwaukee. . . . How lucky, too, it was that he had never actually committed himself with Anne Willoughby! for while money was an excellent thing to have, how infinitely less desirable it was to live perked up in golden sorrow than to feed flocks upon the Grampian Hills, where Freedom from the mountain height cried, “I go on forever, a prince can make a belted knight, and let who will be clever. . . .”
“–and besides, you’ll catch your death of cold,” lamented Rudolph Musgrave, who was now shaking Mr. Charteris’ shoulder.
“Eh, what? Oh, yes, I daresay I was napping,” the other mumbled. He stood and stretched himself luxuriously. “Well, anyhow, don’t be such an unmitigated grandmother. You see, I have a bit of rather important business to attend to. Which way is Miss Romeyne?”
“Pauline Romeyne? why, but she married old General Ashmeade, you know. She was the gray-haired woman in purple who carried out her squalling brat when Taylor was introducing you, if you remember. She told me, while the General was getting the horses around, how sorry she was to miss your address, but they live three miles out, and Mrs. Ashmeade is simply a slave to the children. . . . Why, what in the world have you been dreaming about?”
“Eh, what? Oh, yes, I daresay I was only napping,” Mr. Charteris observed. He was aware that within they were still playing a riotous two-step.