" He pondered
over this sudden transition from wrath to mildness. An
Englishman? Very well; it might grow interesting.
"Is it customary among the English to request to speak to
strangers without the usual formalities of an introduction?"
"I can not say that it is," he answered truthfully enough; "but
the procedure is never without a certain charm and excitement."
"Ah; then you were led to address me merely by the love of
adventure?"
"That is it; the love of adventure. I should not have spoken to
you had you not worn the veil." He remarked that her English was
excellent.
"You differ from the average Englishman, who is usually wrapt up
in himself and has no desire to talk to strangers. You have been
a soldier."
The evolutions of his cane ceased. "How in the world did you
guess that?" surprised beyond measure.
"Perhaps there is something suggestive in your shoulders."
He tried to peer behind the veil, but in vain. "Am I speaking to
one I have met before?"
"I believe not; indeed, sir, I am positive."
"I have been a soldier, but my shoulders did not tell you that."
"Perhaps I have the gift of clairvoyance," gazing again toward
the entrance.
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