Further acquaintance with Lady Kimbuck had
convinced him that if she had wanted him, she would have got him somehow,
whether he had accepted or refused.
What he really blamed himself for was his mad proposal. There had been
no need for it. True, Lady Eva had created a riot of burning emotions
in his breast from the moment they met; but he should have had the
sense to realize that she was not the right mate for him, even tho he
might have a quarter of a million tucked away in gilt-edged securities.
Their lives could not possibly mix. He was a commonplace young man with
a fondness for the pleasures of the people. He liked cheap papers,
picture-palaces, and Association football. Merely to think of
Association football in connection with her was enough to make the
folly of his conduct clear. He ought to have been content to worship
her from afar as some inaccessible goddess.
A light step outside the door made his heart stop beating.
"I've just looked in to say good night, Mr.--er--Roland," she said,
holding out her hand. "Do excuse me. I've got such a headache."
"Oh, yes, rather; I'm awfully sorry.
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