This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...the Lady Gladys--as we call pretty Gladys Evans--broke down with the heat, and we had to drop the curtain." "Was it the heat?" "Everyone thought so; but it wasn't." "What was it, then?--a romance? I never knew Gladys Evans had one. I should have said she was the coldest woman in creation." "My dear boy, I am not ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...the Lady Gladys--as we call pretty Gladys Evans--broke down with the heat, and we had to drop the curtain." "Was it the heat?" "Everyone thought so; but it wasn't." "What was it, then?--a romance? I never knew Gladys Evans had one. I should have said she was the coldest woman in creation." "My dear boy, I am not acquainted with her temperature, and don't think it my business to argue out such matters. That is a fancy of modern medical science. But she had a romance; and if you like I will tell you all about it." We sat down in the deserted Green Room that quiet October morning, and the old manager told me the following story, in a curious earnest fashion that I shall endeavour to reproduce: --"Why do people ever get married, I wonder? They had far better keep single, as I am, and cancel the loneliness with the independence. One day, when they were far too young to know their own minds, two friends of mine took the bit between their teeth, defied everybody, and became man and wife. I never could thoroughly understand the match. The boy--for he was but a boy then--was considerably younger than his wife, and had not a farthing to bless himself with. His wife, who was one of the prettiest creatures I ever saw in the whole course of my life, might have married anybody. "' Why should she throw herself away on him, when she might have made such a splendid match?' thought the world. Some said it was love; others declared it was pique. "It was love on one side--that of the man. He was a romantic, impulsive, headstrong scapegrace, was Charley Strange; and when he married his wife he was as infatuated as any man could possibly be. It was nothing to him that his wife had seen far more of the world than he had; ...
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