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"I cannot believe you, my
naughty boy!" she said, rising from her seat, and kneeling beside him
with arms round his neck, and soft eyes gazing lovingly into his. "You
are nearly as bad as that very bad Mr. Lorimer, who will always see
strange vexations in everything! I am quite sure Lady Winsleigh will not
have crowds up and down her stairs,--that would be bad taste. And if she
has music, it will be good--and she would not give her friends a supper
to make them ill."
Philip did not answer. He was studying every delicate tint in his wife's
dazzling complexion and seemed absorbed.
"Wear that one gown you got from Worth," he said abruptly. "I like
it--it suits you."
"Of course I will wear it if you wish," she answered, laughing still.
"But why? What does it matter? You want me to be something very splendid
in dress to-night?"
Philip drew a deep breath. "I want you to eclipse every woman in the
room!" he said with remarkable emphasis.
She grew rather pensive. "I do not think that would be pleasant," she
said gravely.


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