Her Faithful Knight — page 32: what you’re looking at

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28 The Other Man. | With a feeling that his castle in the air had fallen in ruins about his head, he again took up the photographer’s letter. “No doubt newly married people indulge at first in ex- travagances which they afterward repent,’ the man con- tinued, “and so Miss Knight’s husband, I daresay, for- got the cost when he ordered six dozen of her photo- graphs in different positions. That was more than six months ago, and when [ sent the copies to the address which he furnished me, they were returned, marked ‘name unknown.’ This, sir, has been a serious loss to me, and in case you should meet Miss Phyllis Knight, or her husband, Mr. Sergius Trevelyan, I should be deeply indebted to you if you would remind them of their order, as I am not in a position to stand the serious loss of time and money involved in the affair.” Aylmer Read’s breakfast was brought to him at this juncture by the elderly woman who “did for” the single gentlemen in the Hereford street Chambers. This par- ticular single gentleman astonished her by immediately clapping his hat on his head and marching out of the house. A “facer’’ such as this must be confronted in the open air, free from the all-pervading smell of the per- petual bacon and eggs which adorned his bachelor break- fast table. Outside he made his way mechanically to the Embank- ment, and watched the gray, barge-laden tide as he told. himself again what a fool he had been. A married actress! He had waited until seven-and-twenty to find his ideal in Phyllis Knight, who was ashamed to wear her wedding ring, and whose husband, with the fanciful, theatrical- sounding name, neglected to pay for goods he had or- dered! But Aylmer’s disloyalty was short-lived. It was not Eomichboo “S' (S@)