Failing in this, I was going
to try and discover what style of man it was she admired most, what
might be her ideas of the romance in which she would most like to
figure, and all that, so that I could give Harley a few points which
would enable him so to construct his romance that his heroine would
walk through it as easily and as docilely as one could wish.
Finally, all other things failing, I was going to throw Harley on her
generosity, call attention to the fact that she was ruining him by
her stubborn behavior, and ask her to submit to a little temporary
inconvenience for his sake.
As I have already said, so must I repeat, there was genius in the
idea, but I was forced to relinquish certain features of it, as will
be seen shortly. I took up my pen, and with three bold strokes
thereof transported myself to Newport, and going directly to the
Willard Cottage, I rang the bell. Miss Andrews was still elusive.
With all the resources of imagination at hand, and with not an
obstacle in my way that I could not clear at a bound, she still held
me at bay.
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