"
"I was thinking of her," said the young man moodily, and with a
darkening brow.
Sir Norman favored him with a half-amused, half-contemptuous
stare for a moment; then stopped at a huckster's stall to
purchase some cigarettes; lit one, and after smoking for a few
minutes, pleasantly remarked, as if the fact had just struck him:
"Ormiston, you're a fool!"
"I know it!" said Ormiston, sententiously.
"The idea," said Sir Norman, knocking the ashes daintily off the
end of his cigar with the tip of his little finger - "the idea of
falling in love with a woman whose face you have never seen! I
can understand a man a going to any absurd extreme when he falls
in love in proper Christian fashion, with a proper Christian
face; but to go stark, staring mad, as you have done, my dear
fellow, about a black loo mask, why - I consider that a little
too much of a good thing! Come, let us go."
Nodding easily to his numerous acquaintances as he went, Sir
Norman Kingsley sauntered leisurely down Paul's Walk, and out
through the great door of the cathedral, followed by his
melancholy friend. Pausing for a moment to gaze at the gorgeous
sunset with a look of languid admiration, Sir Norman passed his
arm through that of his friend, and they walked on at rather a
rapid pace, in the direction of old London Bridge.
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