"I am a brute." And he went to bed,
trying hard to be disgusted with himself. But his dreams were sweet, for
he dreamed he was sitting among the ferns at Mrs. Wyndham's house, talking
to Sybil Brandon.
"Why, my dear," said Mrs. Wyndham, when Ronald was gone, "he is perfectly
charming. We have positively found a new man."
"Yes," said Sybil. "I am so glad you asked him to dinner. I do not think
he is very clever, but he talks easily, and says funny things."
"I suppose he has come over to marry his cousin--has not he?" inquired
Mrs. Wyndham.
"No," replied Sybil, "he is not going to marry Joe Thorn," she answered
absently; for she was thinking of something, and her tone indicated such
absolute certainty in the matter that Mrs. Wyndham looked quickly at her.
"Well, you seem quite certain about it, any way," she said.
"I? Oh--well, yes. I think it is extremely unlikely that he will marry
her."
"I almost wish I had offered to take him to the party to-night," said Mrs.
Wyndham, evidently unsatisfied.
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