"She is perfection--she is
marvelous."
"Seen her? Where? But we cannot talk here. We must have hours and
hours all by ourselves. Come to my father's house to-night. We are
living with him, you know. There is so much that we have to tell each
other--all that has happened in the five long years."
"I am here solely to remind you that the five years are ended, Mrs.
Braddock. Mahomet has come to the mountain, you see."
Her face clouded. She glanced quickly through the window. His gaze
followed hers. Christine and young Stanfield were driving away
together in a hansom. He read her thoughts. "I'll take my chances," he
remarked confidently.
"I know that she has not forgotten, David," she said after a moment of
deliberation, "but--well, I will be frank with you. She has suddenly
shot past my comprehension. It is the privilege of a girl to change
her mind, you know, when she changes the length of her frocks."
"You haven't changed, have you?" he asked bluntly. She stared. "I?"
"I mean, you are still my champion?"
"Of course," she replied readily."
"Then, as I said before, I'll take my chances with the rest.
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