But I can't bring
myself to tell you; and I hate secrets as much as you do; so let's
drop it and talk about something else."
"We have talked long enough. The music is over, and the people will
return to this room presently, perhaps to ask me who and what is the
stranger who made them such a remarkable speech."
"Just a word. Promise me that you won't ask any of THEM that."
"Promise you! No. I cannot promise that."
"Oh, Lord!" said Cashel, with a groan.
"I have told you that I do not respect secrets. For the present I
will not ask; but I may change my mind. Meanwhile we must not hold
long conversations. I even hope that we shall not meet. There is
only one thing that I am too rich and grand for. That one
thing--mystification. Adieu."
Before he could reply she was away from him in the midst of a number
of gentlemen, and in conversation with one of them. Cashel seemed
overwhelmed. But in an instant he recovered himself, and stepped
jauntily before Mrs. Hoskyn, who had just come into his
neighborhood.
"I'm going, ma'am," he said. "Thank you for a pleasant evening--I'm
very sorry I forgot myself. Good-night."
Mrs. Hoskyn, naturally frank, felt some vague response within
herself to this address.
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