Ragged Lady — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 168 pages of information about Ragged Lady Volume 2.

She could not know what a triumph he was making for her; and it was merely part of the magic of the time that Mr. Ewins should come in presently with one of the ladies.  He had arrived in Florence that day, and had to be brought unasked.  He put on the effect of an old friend with her; but Clementina’s curiosity was chiefly taken with a tall American, whom she thought very handsome.  His light yellow hair was brushed smooth across his forehead like a well-behaving boy’s; he was dressed like the other men, but he seemed not quite happy in his evening coat, and his gloves which he smote together uneasily from time to time.  He appeared to think that somehow the radiant Clementina would know how he felt; he did not dance, and he professed to have found himself at the party by a species of accident.  He told her that he was out in Europe looking after a patent right that he had just taken hold of, and was having only a middling good time.  He pretended surprise to hear her say that she was having a first-rate time, and he tried to reason her out of it.  He confessed that from the moment he came into the room he had made up his mind to take her to supper, and had never been so disgusted in his life as when he saw that little lord toddling off with her, and trying to look as large as life.  He asked her what a lord was like, anyway, and he made her laugh all the time.

He told her his name, G. W. Hinkle, and asked whether she would be likely to remember it if they ever met again.

Another man who interested her very much was a young Russian, with curling hair and neat, small features who spoke better English than she did, and said he was going to be a writer, but had not yet decided whether to write in Russian or French; she supposed he had wanted her advice, but he did not wait for it, or seem to expect it.  He was very much in earnest, while he fanned her, and his earnestness amused her as much as the American’s irony.  He asked which city of America she came from, and when she said none, he asked which part of America.  She answered New England, and he said, “Oh, yes, that is where they have the conscience.”  She did not know what he meant, and he put before her the ideal of New England girlhood which he had evolved from reading American novels.  “Are you like that?” he demanded.

She laughed, and said, “Not a bit,” and asked him if he had ever met such an American girl, and he said, frankly, No; the American girls were all mercenary, and cared for nothing but money, or marrying titles.  He added that he had a title, but he would not wear it.

Clementina said she did not believe she cared for titles, and then he said, “But you care for money.”  She denied it, but as if she had confessed it, he went on:  “The only American that I have seen with that conscience was a man.  I will tell you of him, if you wish.”

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