You may believe this or not as you like. Personally I don't know
what to think. It happened on the first day of spring (do you
remember it? A wonderful day), and on the first of spring all sorts
of enchantments may happen.
I was writing my weekly story: one of those things with a He and a
She in it. He was Reginald, a fine figure of a man. She was Dorothy,
rather a dear. I was beginning in a roundabout sort of way with the
weather, and the scenery, and the birds, and how Reginald was
thinking of the spring, and how his young fancy was lightly turning
to thoughts of love, when suddenly--
At that moment I was called out of the room to speak to the
housekeeper about something. In three minutes I was back again; and
I had just dipped my pen in the ink, when there came a cough from
the direction of the sofa--and there, as cool as you please, were
sitting two persons entirely unknown to me....
"I beg your pardon," I said. "The housekeeper never told me. Whom
have I the--what did you--"
"Thanks," said the man. "I'm Reginald."
"Are you really?" I cried. "Jove, I AM glad to see you. I was
just--just thinking of you. How are you?"
"I'm sick of it," said Reginald.
"Sick of what?"
"Of being accepted by Dorothy."