'
'Or Lord Cantrip?'
'I wish you wouldn't ask questions.'
'If you've quarrelled with anybody you ought to consult a friend.'
'It's nothing of that kind.'
'Then it's a lady. It's the American girl!'
'Don't I tell you. I don't want to talk about it? I'm going. I've
told Lady Cantrip that my mother wasn't well and wants to see me.
You'll stop your time out, I suppose?'
'I don't know.'
'You've got it all square, no doubt. I wish I'd a handle to my
name. I never cared for it before.'
'I'm sorry you're so down in the mouth. Why don't you try again?
The thing is to stick to 'em like wax. If ten times of asking
won't do, go in twenty times.'
Dolly shook his head despondently. 'What can you do when a girl
walks out of a room and slams the door in your face? She'll get it
hot and heavy before she's done. I know what she's after. She
might as well cry for the moon.' And so Dolly got into the trap
and went to Bridport and slept the night at the hotel at
Dorchester.
Lord Popplecourt, though he could give such excellent advice to
his friend, had been able as yet to do very little in his own
case.
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