But Dolly Longstaff was not. She would certainly prefer the bank
clerk to Dolly Longstaff. And yet Dolly Longstaff was the one
among her English admirers who had come forward and spoken out.
She did not desire that anyone should come forward and speak out.
But it was an annoyance to her that this special man should have
done so.
The waiter at the Langham understood American ways perfectly, and
when a young man called between three and four o'clock, asking for
Mrs Boncassen, said that Miss Boncassen was at home. The young man
took off his hat, brushed up his hair, and followed the waiter up
to the sitting-room. The door was opened and the young man was
announced. 'Mr Longstaff.'
Miss Boncassen was rather disgusted. She had had enough of this
English lover. Why should he have come here after what had
occurred yesterday? He ought to have felt that he was absolved
from the necessity of making personal inquiries. 'I am glad to see
that you got home safe,' she said as she gave him her hand.
'And you too, I hope?'
'Well;--so, so; with my clothes a good deal damaged and my temper
rather worse.
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