"
"It doesn't look much like a thing that a man would carry about with
him, does it?"
"No," I admitted, indifferently. "Now we will go home."
"Don't you want to wait and see how long Ivor Dundas stops?"
"Indeed I don't!" I cried. "I don't want to know any more about him."
And for the moment I almost believed that what I said was true.
"Very well," said Lisa, "perhaps we do know enough to prove to us both
that I haven't anything to reproach myself with. And the less you think
about him after this, the better."
"I shan't think about him at all," I said. But I knew that was a boast I
should never be able to keep, try as I might. I felt now that I could
understand how people must feel when they are very old and weary of
life. I don't believe that I shall feel older and more tired if I live
to be eighty than I felt then. It was a slight comfort to know that we
were on our way back to the hotel, and that soon I should be in my room
alone, with the door shut and locked between Lisa and me; but it was
only very slight. I couldn't imagine ever being really pleased about
anything again.
"You will marry Lord Robert now, I suppose," chirped Lisa, "and show
Ivor Dundas that he hasn't spoiled your life.
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