I long to see you; I dare
not tell you how much. Who knows what the world holds hidden? While
we live there is always a perhaps. Remember that I love you!"
"Perhaps," I mused absently.
"Perhaps what?" asked Pembroke.
"What?" I had forgotten him. "Oh, it was merely a slip of the
tongue." I poked the matting with my cane. "It is high noon; we had
best hunt up a lunch. I have an engagement with the American military
attache at two, so you will have to take care of yourself till dinner."
Let me tell you what happened in the military club that night. I was
waiting for Col. J---- of the Queen's Light, who was to give me the
plan of the fall maneuvers in Africa. Pembroke was in the billiard
room showing what he knew about caroms and brandy smashes to a trio of
tanned Indian campaigners. I was in the reading room perusing the
evening papers. All at once I became aware of a man standing before
me. He remained in that position so long that I glanced over the top
of my paper.
It was Prince Ernst of Wortumborg. He bowed.
"May I claim your attention for a moment?" he asked.
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