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Marcia does so, and Lord
Algernon Masherville escorts her.
"You--you didn't mean that!" he stammers rather feebly--"You--you don't
mind my being here, do you? I'm--I'm _awfully_ glad to see you again,
you know--and--er--all that sort of thing!"
Marcia darts a keen glance at him,--the glance of an observant,
clear-headed magpie.
"Oh yes! I dare say!" she remarks with airy scorn. "S'pect _me_ to
believe _yew_! Waal! Did yew have a good time in Pa-ar--is?"
"Fairly so," answers Lord Masherville indifferently. "I only came back
two days ago. Lady Winsleigh met me by chance at the theatre, and asked
me to look in to-night for 'some fun' she said. Have you any idea what
she meant?"
"Of course!" says the fair New Yorker, with a little nasal
laugh,--"don't _yew_ know? We're all here to see the fisherwoman from
the wilds of Norway,--the creature Sir Philip Errington married last
year. I conclude she'll give us fits all round, don't yew?"
Lord Masherville, at this, appears to hesitate.


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