"Go away, you silly billy. Have a little decent pride, can't you? Don't
bestow attentions when they're unwelcome." Then she addressed herself
to Mr. Iglesias, but without looking up. "I beg your pardon, all this
must seem rather abrupt. But sometimes one's duty to one's family takes
one on the jump, as you may say; and one repairs neglect right away
also on the jump. But--but--there's one thing I should like to
know--when I told you my name just now--Poppy St. John, Mrs. St.
John--you remember?"
"I remember," he said.
"Well, didn't it convey--didn't it mean anything special to you?"
"I am afraid not," Iglesias answered. "You must pardon my ignorance,
since I have lived very much out of the world. I know nothing of
society."
"So much the better. The world is a vastly overrated place, and society
is about the biggest fraud going." She left off teasing the little dog,
sat bolt upright, and looked full at Dominic Iglesias, her eyes
serious, redeeming all the insignificance of her features and those
little doubtful details of the general effect of her. "Don't make any
mistake about either of them," she said. "Let the world and society
alone as you value your peace of mind and independence. They're dead
sea fruit to all outsiders such as--well--you and me. I hate them; only
they've got me, and will have me in some form or other till the end, I
suppose. But you are different, and I warn you"--Poppy's voice took on
an odd inflection of mingled bitterness and tenderness--"they are not a
bit adapted for a beautiful, innocent, uncrowned king like you."
She got up as she spoke, gathering her trailing skirts about her, and
called sharply to the little dogs.
"The dew is rising," she said, "and Cappadocia's a regular cry-baby if
she gets her feet wet. I must take her home. There's my card. You see
the address? You can come when you like, only let me know the day
beforehand, because I should be sorry to have people with me or to be
out. Cappadocia 'll want you. So shall I. You do me good. I'll play
quite fair, I promise you. Good-night."
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