Charles Boyd.
"You still think this wise?" I asked.
"It is my earnest wish. I must have an understanding to-night." He spoke
very firmly, and showed no excitement. His manner was calm and
gentlemanly.
He had a surprising air of decision. Supporting an antique character, he
seemed for the moment to have put on also something of antique strength
of mind, and to be no longer the timid invalid. "Then, come with me," I
answered.
We walked in silence for a few minutes, and then, seeing where Mrs.
Falchion was, we advanced to her. The next dance on her programme was
mine. In my previous dance with her we had talked as we now did at
table--as we did the first hour I met her--impersonally, sometimes (I am
bold to say) amusingly. Now I approached her with apologies for being
late. The man beside her took his leave. She had only just glanced at me
at first, but now she looked at my companion, and the look stayed,
curious, bewildered.
"It is fitting," I said, "that Greek meet Greek--that Menelaus should be
introduced to Helen. May I say that when Helen is not Helen she is Mrs.
Falchion, and when Menelaus is not Menelaus he is--Mr.
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