"
"I must say I like his persistence!" exclaimed the young fellow, turning
again to the table. "In America I should call him out and punch his head,
but over here--"
"Over here you have better manners," replied the girl, laughing. "But why
trouble yourself? He doesn't even look at us. We are of no importance to
him whatever. We probably speak a different language."
"But he travels by the same trains; he stops at the same inns; he sits
near us at the theater--he even affects the same pictures in the same
galleries! It's growing a trifle monotonous; it's really insufferable. I
think I shall have to try my stick on him."
"You flatter yourself, Richard," mocked the girl. "He's fully your height
and a trifle broader across the shoulders. The lines about his mouth are
almost--yes, I should say, quite as firm as yours, though he is a younger
man. His eyes are nice blue ones, and they are very steady. His hair
is"--she paused to reflect and tilted her head slightly, her eyes
wandering for an instant to the subject of her comment--"light brown, I
should call it. And he is beardless, as all self-respecting men should
be.
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