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Chapter 3

           Itwastheviolinistnextdoorplayingawell-known"AveMaria."Itoldhimso.

           "Dismal—verydismal!"hesaidwithacontemptuousshrug."Ihateallthatkindofmawkishdevotionalstuff.Well!—millionaireasyouare,andacknowledgedlionofsocietyasyoushortlywillbe,thereisnoobjectionIhope,totheproposedsupper?Andperhapsamusic-hallafterwardsifyoufeelinclined—whatdoyousay?"

           Heclappedmeontheshouldercordiallyandlookedstraightintomyface—thosewonderfuleyesofhis,suggestiveofbothtearsandfire,fixedmewithaclearmasterfulgazethatcompletelydominatedme.ImadenoattempttoresistthesingularattractionwhichnowpossessedmeforthismanwhomIhadbutjustmet—thesensationwastoostrongandtoopleasanttobecombated.OnlyforonemomentmoreIhesitated,lookingdownatmyshabbyattire.

           "Iamnotfittoaccompanyyou,prince,"Isaid—"Ilookmorelikeatrampthanamillionaire."

           Heglancedatmeandsmiled.

           "Uponmylife,soyoudo!"heaverred.—"Butbesatisfied!—youareinthisrespectverylikemanyanotherCrœsus.Itisonlythepoorandproudwhotakethetroubletodresswell—theyandthedear‘naughty’ladies,generallymonopolizetastefulandbecomingattire.Anill-fittingcoatoftenadornsthebackofaPrimeMinister—andifyouseeawomancladinclothesvilelycutandcoloured,youmaybesuresheiseminentlyvirtuous,renownedforgoodworks,andprobablyaduchess!"Herose,drawinghissablesabouthim.

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