"
"I doubt it," said I, "for I think I don't know her even a little bit."
"Good--you are gathering wisdom rapidly; indeed, you are growing almost
over-wise."
"I have often wondered how you got your amazing knowledge of women," I
observed.
He lit a cigarette and sent a cloud of smoke between us. "It was born
in me, I think. At any rate, I've proved it--by letting them alone.
Yet," he went on musingly, "were I a Royal Duke and cousin to the
Princess of Valeria, I am not so sure--no, I am not so sure."
I looked at him a bit curiously. Surely, it could not be that
Courtney--the indifferent--the _blase_--envied me; that he would care
to be other than he was; or that even a beautiful woman could stir his
blood. Then the cloud began to thin out, and he must have noticed my
surprise, for he laughed and waved his hand before his face.
"I'm like the fellow in the song," said he, "I've been 'seeing pictures
in the smoke.'"
"And you liked the pictures?" I asked.
"Very much, my boy, very much indeed--in smoke."
"Someone else is improving, also," said I. "Time was when you could
not have seen such pictures."
He shook his head. "It's only a sign of age. I'm becoming a dreamer;
soon you will find me sitting in the sun.
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