Arms and the Woman
Page 109I had just left the office when I ran into Pembroke, who was in the act
of mounting the stairs. It was Saturday morning. Phyllis had left
town.
"Hello!" he cried. "A moment more, and I should have missed you, and
then you would not have learned a piece of news."
"News?"
"Yes. I have made up my mind not to go home till February."
"What changed your plans so suddenly?" I asked.
"My conscience."
"In heaven's name, what has your conscience to do with your plans?"
remarkable woman as Miss Landors without becoming better acquainted
with her." He swung his cane back and forth.
"This is very sudden," said I, lighting a cigar. "When did it happen?"
"What time did she come into your office the other day?"
"It must have been after eleven."
"Then it happened about eleven-fifteen." Pembroke's eyes were dancing.
"Do you--er--think there are any others?"
"Thousands," said I, "only--" I turned the end of my cigar around to
see if the light had proved effective.
"Only she won't have them."
"Then there is really a chance?"
"When a woman is not married there is always a chance," said I, wisely.
"But let me tell you, cousin mine, she has a very high ideal. The man
who wins her must be little less than a demigod and a little more than
a man. Indeed, her ideal is so high that I did not reach it by a good
foot."
Pembroke looked surprised. "She--ah--rejected--"
"I did not say that I had proposed to her," said I.
"It is strange." As his face assumed an anxious tinge, I laughed. "My
dear relative, go ahead and win her, if you can; you have my best
wishes. She is nothing to me. There was a time--ah, well, we all can
look back and say that. If it isn't one woman it's another."
Sunshine came into Pembroke's face again. "Ideal or not ideal, I am
going to make the effort."
"Success to you!" patting his shoulder. He was good to look at, and it
was my opinion that Phyllis might do worse. We miss a good deal in
this world by being over particular.