Said Phyllis as I assisted her to enter; "And who is this Princess
Hildegarde?"
"The most beautiful woman in all the world," I answered with
enthusiasm. "You will meet her also."
"I do not believe I shall like her either," said Phyllis. "Good
night;" and the door swung to.
Pembroke and I made off for the club. . . . Perhaps it was my
enthusiasm.
CHAPTER XVII
I 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?"
"Well, you see, my conscience would not permit me to meet such a
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.
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