'
'So should I. People will not take so much notice of us, and we can do
what we like, and go where we like.'
'Delightful! We'll even disguise ourselves as Cook's tourists, if you
like. I would not mind.'
They were at the door of Lady Maulevrier's sitting room by this time.
They went in, and were greeted with smiles.
'Let me look at the Countess of Hartfield that is to be in half an
hour,' said her ladyship. 'Oh, Mary, Mary, what a blind idiot I have
been, and what a lucky girl you are! I told you once that you were wiser
than Lesbia, but I little thought how much wiser you had been.'
CHAPTER XXXIV.
'OUR LOVE WAS NEW, AND THEN BUT IN THE SPRING.'
Henley Regatta was over. It had passed like a tale that is told; like
Epsom and Ascot, and all the other glories of the London season. Happy
those for whom the glory of Henley, the grace of Ascot, the fever of
Epsom, are not as weary as a twice-told tale, bringing with them only
bitterest memories of youth that has fled, of hopes that have withered,
of day-dreams that have never been realised.
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