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don't say he's a bad shot, though he's a bad
farmer—and he is an awfully good-looking fellow,
like an old picture, and all that. Only I must
go to-night, Hilda, and I do want to speak to
" You are speaking all this time I beUeve,"
said Lady HUda icily, looking across at him
with the coldest chaUenge in her darkeninjg
" I never could think why you didn't take
Deutschland," he muttered, reverting to an old
" He didn't please me. Is that aU you wanted
"But I thought j'ou'd have cared to be a
reigning sovereign ? "
"Of a smaU State?" said the Lady Hilda,
with an eloquent Uft of her eyebrows,
" WeU, there was De Eibeaupierre; he was
everything anybody could want; Vienna, too; I
used to think an Ambassadress's Ufe would just
" Always calling on people and writing notes ?
No life on earth more tfresorr*}."