Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill Meysie did not very much want to go to the theatre, as it turned out. Theatres were so hot, and she had a headache, and she had seen that piece once and had been
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than the Ode on. Alexander gravely pointed out that she had wished to go the preceding evening; and Meysie said, well, she had changed her mind to-day and he ought to have asked again. She always seemed to regard this vacillating habit of hers complacently?as a characteristic worthy of attention and study, while Alexander sometimes asked himself seriously whether it did not betray some slight defect of character. However, he studied it dutifully, and telling Meysie the tickets were hers, begged her to offer them instantly to any deserving pair of people she chose in the pension.
I’m sure I shan’t, said Meysie.
How do you know I may not change my mind at dinner and want them myself ? Besides, they are yours.
I bought them for you, said Alexander.
You didn’t, argued Meysie.
You bought one for me. The other is your own.
Well, I am yours, said Alexander; so my ticket is. It comes to the same thing.
How silly you are, Alec, said Meysie, flushing faintly?a lovely little shell colour on her thin cheek.
Oh well, we’ll go if you like. What seats are they ?
Alexander told her, and saw her put up her lip. His seats were in the front row of the cheap places. Meysie, calling herself democrat, reformer, and what not, did not really care to be among the people. He had noted it more than once, as he noted carefully all things in her; but it only gently amused him. It was a charming inconsistency. Fortunately, Alexander, however much amused, rarely smiled.
The next seats were all gone, he said,
and I co…
