"You, Mr. Ormiston! How many more times am I to have the
pleasure of seeing you again to-night?"
"Pardon, madame; it is the last time. But you must hear me now."
"Must I? Very well, then; if I must, you had better begin at
once, for the night-air is said to be unhealthy, and as good
people are scarce, I want to take care of myself."
"In that case, perhaps you had better let me enter, too. I hate
to talk on the street, for every wall has ears."
"I am aware of that. When I was talking to my old friend,
Prudence, two minutes ago, I saw a tall shape that I have reason
to know, since it haunts me, like my own shadow, standing there
and paying deed attention. I hope you found our conversation
improving, Mr. Ormiston!"
"Madame!" began Ormiston, turning crimson.
"Oh, don't blush; there is quite light enough from yonder lamp to
show that. Besides," added the lady, easily, "I don't know as I
had any objection; you are interested in Leoline, and must feel
curious to know something about her."
"Madame, what must you think of me? I have acted unpardonably."
"Oh, I know all that. There is no need to apologize, and I don't
think any the worse of you for it.
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