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een the——" With Miss Midland's eyes fixed on him, he broke into peal after peal of hisnew-world laughter, his fresh, crude, raw, inimitably vital laughter, "I'm thinking of thetime I loaned you the franc and a half for your lunch, and hated to take it back because Ithought you needed it—and you rich enough to buy ten libraries to Andy's[137-1] one!Say, how did you keep your face straight!"Miss Midland apparently found no more difficulty in keeping a straight face now thanthen. She did not at all share his mirth. She was still looking at him with a strained gazeas though she saw him with difficulty, through a mist increasingly smothering. Finally, asthough the fog had grown quite too thick, she dropped her eyes, and very passive, waitedfor his laughter to stop.When it did, and the trees which had looked down on Marie Antoinette had ceasedechoing to the loud, metallic, and vigorous sound, he noticed his watch still in his hand.He glanced at it automatically, thrust it back into his pocket and exclaimed, quite seriousagain, "Look-y-here. We'll have to step lively if we are going to catch that train back toParis, Miss Midland—Lady Midland, I mean,—Your highness—what do they call thedaughter of an Earl? I never met a real live member of the aristocracy before."She moved beside him as he strode off towards the gate. "I am usually called LadyAgatha," she answered, in a flat tone.

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