"Evidently you suppose me to have meant more than I really did.

However, that does not matter. You are still an enigma to me. Had we

not better try to hear a little of Madame Szczymplica's

performance?"

"I'm a pretty plain enigma, I should think," said Cashel,

mournfully. "I would rather have you than any other woman in the

world; but you're too rich and grand for me. If I can't have the

satisfaction of marrying you, I may as well have the satisfaction of

saying I'd like to."

"Hardly a fair way of approaching the subject," said Lydia,

composedly, but with a play of color again in her cheeks. "Allow me

to forbid it unconditionally. I must be plain with you, Mr. Cashel

Byron. I do not know what you are or who you are; and I believe you

have tried to mystify me on both points--"

"And you never shall find out either the one or the other, if I can

help it," put in Cashel; "so that we're in a preciously bad way of

coming to a good understanding."

"True," assented Lydia. "I do not make secrets; I do not keep them;

and I do not respect them. Your humor clashes with my principle."

"You call it a humor!" said Cashel, angrily. "Perhaps you think I am

a duke in disguise. If so, you may think better of it. If you had a

secret, the discovery of which would cause you to be kicked out of

decent society, you would keep it pretty tight. And that through no

fault of your own, mind you; but through downright cowardice and

prejudice in other people."

"There are at least some fears and prejudices common in society that

I do not share," said Lydia, after a moment's reflection. "Should I

ever find out your secret, do not too hastily conclude that you have

forfeited my consideration."

"You are just the last person on earth by whom I want to be found

out. But you'll find out fast enough. Pshaw!" cried Cashel, with a

laugh, "I'm as well known as Trafalgar Square. But I can't bring

myself to tell you; and I hate secrets as much as you do; so let's

drop it and talk about something else."

"We have talked long enough. The music is over, and the people will

return to this room presently, perhaps to ask me who and what is the

stranger who made them such a remarkable speech."




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