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Lord Galorey had talked to him frankly, as plainly as if Dan had been
his own father, and found much of the old man’s common sense in his fine
blond head. Lady Galorey had come to him in a moment of great anxiety,
and no one but her young guest knew how badly she needed help. He had
further made it known to the lady that he was not in the marriage
market; that she could not have him for any of her girls. And as for the
Duchess of Breakwater, well—he had whirled with her until his head swam.
He had grown years older at the Park in the few weeks of his visit, but
now for the first time, as the music of _Mandalay_ struck upon his ears,
like a ripple of distant seas, he felt like the boy who had left
Blairtown to come abroad. He had spent the most part of the day in
London with a man who had come over to see him from America. Dan
attended to his business affairs, and the people who knew said that he
had a keen head. Mr. Joshua Ruggles, his father’s best friend, whom Dan
this afternoon had left to go to his room at the Carlton, had put his
arm with affection through the boy’s:
“Don’t look as though it were any too healthy down to the place you’re
visiting at, Dan. Plumbing all right?”
And the boy, flushing slightly, had said: “Don’t you fret, Josh, I’ll
look after my health all right.”
“There’s nothing like the mountain air,” returned the Westerner. “These
old fogs stick in my nostrils; feel as though I could smell London clean
down to my feet!”
* * * * *
From the corner of the box Dan looked hard at the stage, at the fresh
brilliant costumes and the lovely chorus girls.
“Gosh,” he thought to himself, “they are the prettiest ever! Dove-gray,
eyes of Irish blue, mouths like roses!”
Leaning forward a little toward the duchess he whispered: “There isn’t
one who isn’t a winner. I never struck such a box of dry goods!”
The duchess smiled on Dan with good humor. His naïve pleasure was
delightful. It was like taking a child to a pantomime. She was wearing
his flowers and displaying a jewel that he had found and bought for her,
and which she had not hesitated to accept. She watched his eager face
and his pleasure unaffected and keen. She could not believe that this
young man was master of ten million pounds.
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