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II.4. The Man Prom The Old Testament
Bernadine, sometimes called the Count von Hern, was lunching at the Savoy
with the pretty wife of a Cabinet Minister, who was just sufficiently conscious of
the impropriety of her action to render the situation interesting.
"I wish you would tell me, Count von Hern," she said, soon after they had settled
down in their places, "why my husband seems to object to you so much. I simply
dared not tell him that we were going to lunch together, and as a rule he doesn't
mind what I do in that way."
Bernadine smiled slowly.
"Ah, well," he remarked, "your husband is a politician and a very cautious man. I
dare say he is like some of those others, who believe that, because I am a
foreigner and live in London, therefore I am a spy."
"You a spy," she laughed. "What nonsense!"
"Why nonsense?"
She shrugged her shoulders. She was certainly a very pretty woman, and her
black gown set off to fullest advantage her deep red hair and fair complexion.
"I suppose because I can't imagine you anything of the sort," she declared. "You
see, you hunt and play polo, and do everything which the ordinary Englishmen
do. Then one meets you everywhere. I think, Count von Hern, that you are much
too spoilt, for one thing, to take life seriously."
"You do me an injustice," he murmured.