Will you come to business,
Mr. Ormiston? I think I told you I wanted to go in. What may
you want of me at this dismal hour?"
"O madame, need you ask! Does not your own heart tell you?"
"I am not aware that it does! And to tell you the truth, Mr.
Ormiston, I don't know that I even have a heart! I am afraid I
mast trouble you to put it in words."
"Then, madame, I love you!"
"Is that all? If my memory serves me, you have told me that
little fact several times before. Is there anything else
tormenting you, or may I go in?"
Ormiston groaned out an oath between his teeth, and La Masque
raised one jeweled, snowy taper finger, reprovingly.
"Don't Mr. Ormiston - it's naughty, you know! May I go in?"
"Madame, you are enough to drive a man mad. Is the love I bear
you worthy of nothing but mockery!"
"No, Mr. Ormiston, it is not; that is, supposing you really love
me, which you don't."
"Madame!"
"Oh, you needn't flash and look indignant; it is quite true!
Don't be absurd, Mr. Ormiston. How is it possible for you to
love one you have never seen?"
"I have seen you. Do you think I am blind?" he demanded,
indignantly.
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