A. M. Williamson

“ I was in a mood, therefore, to appreciate the delicate loveliness of English women; but, even had I been surfeited with beauty, my eyes would have lingered in a species of wonder on the girl just seating herself in a corner of the stage box. It is possible that I have seen other women as beautiful, many more classically perfect of feature, but never have I looked upon a face so radiant, so bewildering. ”

“ I said, smiling a little, however, at the remembrance of one or two amusing episodes which I had not the slightest intention of relating. "There, the way to the box-office is clear at last. Once that fat old man is out of the way, it will be my turn. Shall I get your stall for you, and so save time?"
"Yes, by all means, thank you. Are you alone, Stanton?"
"Quite alone. I'd almost forgotten what the theatre was like, and determined to come and refresh my memory."
"I'm by myself, too. Say, old man, would it be a liberty if I asked you to try and get stalls for us together?" ”

“ You've always seemed like a sort of hero of a tale of adventure to me; and, you see, one don't let a chap like that drop out of one's recollection. I've always eagerly followed your doings, so far as one could follow them in the newspapers, and I read your African book with the greatest interest; but somehow I never got to hear much personal gossip about you. Say, are you married or anything?"
"Many things, but not married," I returned. "I haven't had time to think of women. ”