“She’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. He waved to her. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. You know the sort of thing. Let him be sure. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. " "May be," returned the man gravely.
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