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He was a pale man and slight of figure, with dark eyes, and his
carefully brushed hair, turning gray at the temples and over his forehead,
threw his delicate, intelligent face into relief.
"I have not done much," he answered, rather absently, as though trying to
find something interesting in his reminiscences; and he watched Mrs.
Wyndham as she filled a cup. He was not the least anxious to talk, it
seemed, and he had an air of being thoroughly at home.
"You were in England most of the time, were you not?"
"Yes--I believe I was. Oh, by the bye, I met Harrington in Paris; I
thought he meant to stay at home."
"He often goes abroad," said Mrs. Wyndham indifferently. "One lump of
sugar?"
"Two, if you please--no cream--thanks. Does he go to Paris to convert the
French, or to glean materials for converting other people?" inquired Mr.
Vancouver languidly.
"I am sure I cannot tell you," answered the lady, still indifferently.
"What do you go to Paris for?"
"Principally to renew my acquaintance with civilized institutions and
humanizing influences.


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