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"There is my explanation," said he, coolly.,Patricia sighed and stretched herself luxuriantly.,"What, you don't mean to say—" interrupted Margaret Howes. "I heard that Jeffries took her to the vaudeville show and I thought that was a tremendous change of heart for nice old Greenie.","Judy likes to see herself go by in the mirror," smiled Elinor leniently. "I suppose that's the literary mind.","My dear child," he said slowly, "I kept our engagement secret on account of David. I have seen for a long time that he loves you, and knowing his fiery temper, I did not wish to provoke a quarrel by telling him that you had promised to be my wife. But last night the truth was forced from me at dinner, and David declared that he intended to ask you to marry him.",She was silent for a while, and then she sat up alive with enthusiasm.,"You are right. I wish to know if you have discovered anything new.",Among the palms and costly rugs that backgrounded a marvelous regal dais occupying one long end of the great room, sat the glittering figure of the portly Haroun-al-Raschid, Sultan of Bagdad and husband of many lovely wives, whose multi-colored costumes made a glowing garden on the rugs at the foot of the dais, while on the embroidered cushions at the side of the monarch a lovely Scheherazade in shimmering white satin with strings of glistening gems in her hair, on her breast, on her arms and ankles, made an alluring picture of the new-made bride. Tall palms reared their stately fronds above the group and slave girls, with fierce Nubians in attendance, waited in mute homage at either side of the throne. Lamps of brass glittered in the alcoves back of the great dais, and above it all the roofs and minarets of the ancient city gloomed in the moonlight of the thousand and second night.,"Yes, and Mrs. Dallas knows more about it than is good for her.",Judith flushed and tossed her mane with a gratified air. "Oh, they don't think much of me," she rejoined. "They make fun of me lots of times.","Be more explicit, man," he said sternly. "What do you mean by Mrs. Dallas' place? The house or the grounds?",Patricia blushed with pleasure, and Griffin called out heartily, "Bring her in, Eitel. There's going to be another!".