I am not the sort of person to change."
"I suppose," he replied, _en vrai fils de sa mere_, "that there is some
one else?"
He turned as he spoke, but Dora's parasol was too quick for him.
"Please do not let us be like people in books," she said. "There is no
necessity to go into side issues at all. You have asked me to marry you.
I can never marry you. There is the whole question and the whole answer.
I say nothing to you about finding somebody worthier, or any nonsense of
that sort. Please spare me the usual--impertinences--about there being
somebody else."
The word found its mark. Arthur Agar caught his breath, but made no
answer.
They were among the well-dressed throng now crowding back to the chairs.
When Arthur had handed Dora over to the care of Lady Mazerod he lifted
his hat and took his departure with that perfect _savoir faire_ which was
his _forte_.
CHAPTER XX
IN A SIDE PATH
"To sum up all, he has the worst fault-a husband can have, he's not my
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