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"I guess what you mean--Miss Dallas.",Resigning himself to the inevitable, Maurice gave one glance at Isabella, and went outside with a heavy heart. Dido was standing upon the veranda with her eyes glowing like two coals. Yet there was an ill-concealed expression of triumph in her gaze, which Maurice, in his then disturbed and angered state of mind, could ill brook. He paused abruptly as he passed by her, and asked a direct question:,"How do you know?","Der noting wrong, missy," said Dido, eagerly. "I swear--","She wants Isabella to marry David.","If this is where the celebrities eat, I don't wonder they're smudgy," she said in an undertone, as they seated themselves at the last vacant table and spread their purchases on its discolored surface. "This doesn't strike me as being very appetizing.","Clever child!" commended Bruce. "That escaped my notice. You're right, of course. Go ahead. Open up.","You shall know in a few minutes, major. Indeed, I think it is about time that this comedy should end!","Dido!" repeated Lady Meg, thoughtfully. "I have heard Mr. Alymer and Mr. Sarby talking about her. A negress, is she not?","I am sure of that," remarked Jen, taking the devil-stick off the table. "And you stole this, I'll be bound.","No," said Dido, bluntly, "I say dat I in de room, but I no kill dat man.","You can't try it, of course," said Patricia. "But I'm dead certain it'll be all right. What is the matter?" she asked, looking up as the door of the life room opened and the men began to come out carrying their canvases and drawing-boards as though the pose were over. "It can't be four o'clock, surely. Ju hasn't been gone a half hour.".