Part 3 (2/2)
”Well, what is it you wish?” amiably.
The duke looked at her perplexedly. It seemed to him that she was always leaving him in the middle of things. Preparing himself for rough roads, he would suddenly find the going smooth. He was never swift enough mentally to follow these flying transitions from enmity to amity. In the present instance, how was he to know that his tigress had found in the man below something to play with?
”You once did me an ill turn,” came up the tube. ”I desire that you make some reparation.”
”Sainted Mother! but it has taken you a long time to find out that I have injured you,” she mocked.
There was no reply to this; so she was determined to stir the fire a little.
”And I advise you to be careful what you say; the duke is a very jealous man.”
That gentleman fingered his beard thoughtfully.
”I do not care a hang if he is.”
The duke coughed loudly close to the tube.
Silence.
”The least you can do, Madame, is to give me her address.”
”Her address!” repeated the duke relievedly. He had had certain grave doubts, but these now took wing. Old flames were not in the habit of asking, nay, demanding, other women's addresses.
”I am speaking to Madame, your Highness,” came sharply.
”We do not speak off the stage,” said the singer, pus.h.i.+ng the duke aside.
”I should like to make that young man's acquaintance,” whispered the duke.
She warned him to be silent.
Came the voice again: ”Will you give me her address, please? Your messenger gave me your address, inferring that you wished to see me.”
”I?” There was no impeaching her astonishment.
”Yes, Madame.”
”My dear Mr. Courtlandt, you are the last man in all the wide world I wish to see. And I do not quite like the way you are making your request. His highness does not either.”
”Send him down!”
”That is true.”
”What is?”
”I remember. You are very strong and much given to fighting.”
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