"You must run over this winter and see us," she said. "I anticipate
nothing but dinners, balls and diplomatic receptions. I have never
been there, it will all be new to me. Think of seeing Egypt, the Holy
Lands, Russia, France and Spain, and yet not seeing the very heart of
the continent! Thank goodness, I know the language."
"And will she not be a sensation?" joined in Ethel.
"A decided sensation," said I, scrutinizing the beautiful face so near
me. What if they met, as probably they would--Phyllis and Gretchen?
"Phyllis," said I, suddenly, "where were you born?"
"Where was I born?" with a wondering little laugh; "in America. Where
did you suppose?"
"Eden," said I. "I wasn't sure, so I asked."
"I do not know how to take that," she said, with mock severity.
"Oh, I meant Eden when it was Paradise," I hastened to say.
"Yes," put in Pembroke; "please go back, Miss Landors, and begin the
world all over again."
"Phyllis," said I, in a whisper, "have you ever met that remarkable
affinity of yours?" I regretted the words the moment they had crossed
my lips.
"Yes, you are changed, as I said the other night," distrustfully.
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