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Chapter 3

           Trytoforgivemeifyoucan,forthesakeofthis,"—andheheldoutaletteraddressedtomeinmyfriendCarrington’sfamiliarhandwriting."Andpermitmetositdownwhileyoureadmycredentials."

           Hetookachairandseatedhimself.Iobservedhishandsomefaceandeasyattitudewithrenewedadmiration.

           "Nocredentialsarenecessary,"IsaidwithallthecordialityInowreallyfelt—"IhavealreadyhadaletterfromCarringtoninwhichhespeaksofyouinthehighestandmostgratefulterms.Butthefactis——well!—really,prince,youmustexcusemeifIseemconfusedorastonished...Ihadexpectedtoseequiteanoldman..."

           AndIbrokeoff,somewhatembarrassedbythekeenglanceofthebrillianteyesthatmetminesofixedly.

           "Nooneisold,mydearsir,nowadays!"hedeclaredlightly—"eventhegrandmothersandgrandfathersarefriskieratfiftythantheywereatfifteen.Onedoesnottalkofageatallnowinpolitesociety—itisill-bred,evencoarse.Indecentthingsareunmentionable—agehasbecomeanindecentthing.Itisthereforeavoidedinconversation.Youexpectedtoseeanoldmanyousay?Well,youarenotdisappointed—Iamold.InfactyouhavenoideahowveryoldIam!"

           Ilaughedatthispieceofabsurdity.

           "Why,youareyoungerthanI,"—Isaid—"orifnot,youlookit."

           "Ah,mylooksbelieme!"hereturnedgaily—"Iamlikeseveralofthemostnotedfashionablebeauties—muchriperthanIseem.

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