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She looked at me very
wistfully.
"The next time you come, Mr. de Gex, do come as a friend and not as an
enemy."
I was startled. I thought I had conducted the interview with peculiar
suavity.
"An enemy, dear lady?"
"Yes. Can't I see it?" she said in her languorous, caressing voice. "And
I should love to have you for a friend. You could be such a good one. I
have so few."
"I must argue this out with you another time," said I diplomatically.
"That's a promise," said Lola Brandt.
"What's a promise?" asked Dale, when I joined him in the hall.
"That I will do myself the pleasure of calling on Madame again."
The porter whistled for a cab. A hansom drove up. As my destination was
the Albany, and as I knew Dale was going home to Eccleston Square, I
held out my hand.
"Good-bye, Dale. I'll see you to-morrow."
"But aren't you going to tell me what you think of her?" he cried in
great dismay.
The pavement was muddy, the evening dark, and a gusty wind blew the
drizzle into our faces.


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