No sooner do I find that Lola and not Eleanor Faversham is the
woman sent down by Heaven to be my mate than I realise the same old
dilemma--Lola on one horn and Eleanor replaced on the other by Pride
and Honour and all sorts of capital-lettered considerations. Life is
the very Deuce," said I, with a wry appreciation of the subtlety of
language.
Why did Lola say: "Your Eleanor Faversham?"
I had enough to think over for the rest of the evening. But I slept
peacefully. Light loves had come and gone in the days past; but now for
the first time love that was not light had come into my life.
CHAPTER XXI
"The Lord will find a way out of the dilemma," said I confidently to
myself as I neared Cadogan Gardens two days after the revelatory drive.
"Lola is in love with me and I am in love with Lola, and there is
nothing to keep us apart but my pride over a matter of a few
ha'-pence." I felt peculiarly jaunty. I had just posted to Finch the
last of the articles I had agreed to write for his reactionary review,
and only a couple of articles for another journal remained to be written
in order to complete my literary engagements.
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