_Similis simili gaudet_--as my learned
friend will admit. But with us it's the old, old case of that eminent
practitioner, the late Dr. Fell. _Esto perpetua!_ Oh, well! We can't
help it, can we, Mr. Lansing?" And again to Nina: "Dear, _have_ you
heard anything about Alixe Ruthven? I think it is the strangest thing
that nobody seems to know where she is. And all anybody can get out of
Jack is that she's in a nerve factory--or some such retreat--and a
perfect wreck. She might as well be dead, you know."
"In that case," observed Lansing, "it might be best to shift the centre
of gossip. _De mortuis nil nisi bonum_--which is simple enough for
anybody to comprehend."
"That is rude, Mr. Lansing," flashed out Rosamund; and to his
astonishment he saw the tears start to her eyes.
"I beg your pardon," he said sulkily.
"You do well to. I care more for Alixe Ruthven than--than you give me
credit for caring about anybody. People are never wholly worthless, Mr.
Lansing--only the very young think that.
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