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THE BROWN LADY.
We were talking of the sex, the dark and the fair, and "Give me," he
said, "a brunette every time. But how seldom one meets them now!"
I expressed surprise at this.
"Yes," he said, "it is so. Plenty of women with dark hair, but not
dark skins. The true brunette is very rare."
"I know one," I said; "probably the most perfect brunette in London."
"Young?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Could I--would you take me to see her?" he asked.
"Certainly," I said.
"When?" he asked.
"Now," I said; "this afternoon. But we must hurry. Her servants have
orders not to let anyone in after four."
"You're sure she won't mind?" he asked.
"Absolutely," I said. "My friends are hers. I've introduced lots of
people to her and she's delighted."
He smiled blissfully.
Having obtained a taxi I gave an address in Regent's Park, but
told the driver to stop at a shop on the way "She loves sweets," I
explained.
"They all do," he replied, with the sententiousness of gallantry, as
though speaking from abysmal depths of knowledge.
"Yes, but she has a more catholic taste than most," I said. "She's the
only brunette--or, if it comes to that, the only blonde--I ever knew
with a weakness for--well, I'll make you guess."
"Preserved ginger?" he suggested.
"No," I said.
"American pop-corn?"
"Not that I know," I said.
"Tell me," he replied.
"Condensed milk," I said.
"Good Heavens!" he exclaimed. "Condensed milk? That's the oddest thing
I've ever heard."
"That's what I'm getting," I said; "and it won't injure your chances
with her if you take her a pot of honey."
"But I don't know her," he submitted.
"It doesn't matter," I said; "she's the most unconventional creature
in the world--just a child of nature."
"Delicious!" he murmured.
"She's a Canadian, you see," I added.
"Oh, a Canadian," he replied, as though that explained everything.
"And, by the way, what's her name?"
"She lets me call her Winnie," I said.
"And what do I call her?" he asked.
"Well," I said, "if I were you I'd call her Winnie too. She'd love
it."
"This is extraordinarily interesting," he replied. "But you know I'm
far too shy to do a thing like that."
When, however, the time came and we were shown into Winnie's
drawing-room in Mappin T
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