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girl to be kept at school.
Don't fear, however, if your telegram casts me to the Dragon, that I
shall be in danger of getting eaten up. His Dragonship, among other
stodgy defects, has that of eminent, well-nigh repulsive, respectability.
He is as respectable as a ramrod or a poker, and very elderly, Ellaline
says. From the way she talks about him he must be getting on for a
hundred, and he is provided with a widowed sister, a Mrs. Norton,
whom he has dug up from some place in the country to act as chaperon
for his ward. All other women he is supposed to detest, and would, if
necessary, beat them off with a stick.

II
AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER
Rue Chapeau de Marie Antoinette, Versailles, July 5th
My Spartan Angel: Now the telegram's come, I feel as if I'd known all
along what your decision would be.
I'm glad you were extravagant enough to add "Writing," for to-morrow
morning I shall know by exactly what mental processes you decided.
Also, I'm glad (I think I'm glad) that the word is "Yes."
It's afternoon now; just twenty-four hours since I sat here in the same
place (at your desk in the front window, of course), trying my best to
put the situation before you, as a plain, unvarnished tale.
I stuck the bit of blue paper under Ellaline's nose, and she almost had a
fit with joy. If she were bigger and more muscular, she'd have kissed
and squeezed the breath of life out of me, which would have been
awkward for her, as she'd then have been thrown back upon her own
resources.

Oh, ma petite poupee de Mere, only think of it! I go to-morrow--into
space. I disappear. I cease to exist pro tem. There will be no me, no
Audrie, but, instead, two Ellalines. I've often told her, by the way, that I
would make two of her. Evidently I once had a prophetic soul. I only
wish I had it still, so I might see beforehand what will happen to the
Me-ness of Ellaline in the next few weeks. Anyhow, whatever comes, I
expect to be supported by the consciousness that I'm paying a debt of
gratitude as perhaps such a debt was never paid before.
Of course I shall have a perfectly horrid time. Not only shall I be
wincing under the degrading knowledge that I'm a base pretender, but I
shall be wretchedly homesick and bored within an inch of my life. I
shall be, in the sort of environment Ellaline describes, like a mouse in a
vacuum--a poor, frisky, happy, out-of-doors field-mouse, caught for an
experiment. When the experiment is finished I shall crawl away, a
decrepit wreck. But, thank heaven, I can crawl to You, and you will
nurse me back to life. We'll talk everything over, for hours on end, and
I'll be able to abuse the Dragon to my heart's content. I know you'll let
me do that, provided I don't use naughty words, or, if any, disguise
them daintily in a whisper.
Ellaline and I have discussed plans and possibilities, and if all goes as
she expects (I don't see why it shouldn't), I ought to be freed from the
unpleasant rôle of understudy in five or six weeks. The instant my
chains are broken by a telegram from the bride saying, "Safely
married," or words to that effect, I shall do "all my possible" to fold,
my tent like an Arab and silently steal--not to say sneak--away from the
lair of the Dragon, without his opening a scaly red eye to the dreadful
reality, until I'm beyond his power.
It must be either that or the most awful scene with him--a Regular Row.
He, saying what he thinks of my deception; me, defending myself and
the real Ellaline by saying what I think of his general beastliness. If it
came to that, I might in my rage wax unladylike; so perhaps, of the two
evils, the lesser would be the sneak act--n'est ce pas? Well, I shall see
when the time comes.
In five or six weeks I had thought, in any case, of allowing you to leave

Champel-les-Bains, should you grow too restive lacking my society. I
thought of proposing by then, if you were sufficiently braced by Swiss
air, milk, and honey and Champel douches, that we should join forces
at a cheap but alluring farmhouse somewhere.
That idea may still fit in rather well, mayn't it? But if, for any
unforeseen reason, I should have to stay sizzling on the sacrificial altar
longer than we expect, you mustn't come home to hot Paris to
economize and mope in the flat. You must stop in Switzerland till I can
meet you in some nice