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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
·
Sir Max Beerbohm
213
Her
mind
was
cleared
by
the
new
posture.
Suspicion
crept
into
it,
followed
by
alarm.
She
looked
at
the
ear-rings,
then
up
at
the
Duke.
“No,”
said
he,
misinterpreting
the
question
in
her
eyes,
“they
are
real
pearls.”
“It
isn’t
that,”
she
quavered,
“it
is--it
is--”
“That
they
were
given
to
me
by
Miss
Dobson?”
“Oh,
they
were,
were
they?
Then”--Katie
rose,
throwing
the
pearls
on
the
floor--“I’ll
have
nothing
to
do
with
them.
I
hate
her.”
“So
do
I,”
said
the
Duke,
in
a
burst
of
confidence.
“No,
I
don’t,”
he
added
hastily.
“Please
forget
that
I
said
that.”
It
occurred
to
Katie
that
Miss
Dobson
would
be
ill-pleased
that
the
pearls
should
pass
to
her.
She
picked
them
up.
“Only--only--”
again
her
doubts
beset
her
and
she
looked
from
the
pearls
to
the
Duke.
“Speak
on,”
he
said.
“Oh
you
aren’t
playing
with
me,
are
you?
You
don’t
mean
me
harm,
do
you?
I
have
been
well
brought
up.
I
have
been
warned
against
things.
And
it
seems
so
strange,
what
you
have
said
to
me.
You
are
a
Duke,
and
I--I
am
only--”
“It
is
the
privilege
of
nobility
to
condescend.”
“Yes,
yes,”
she
cried.
“I
see.
Oh
I
was
wicked
to
doubt
you.
And
love
levels
all,
doesn’t
it?
love
and
the
Board
school.
Our
stations
are
far
apart,
but
I’ve
been
educated
far
above
mine.
I’ve
learnt
more
than
most
real
ladies
have.
I
passed
the
Seventh
Standard
when
I
was
only
just
fourteen.
I
was
considered
one
of
the
sharpest
girls
in
the
school.
And
I’ve
gone
on
learning
since
then,”
she
continued
eagerly.
“I
utilise
all
my
spare
moments.
I’ve
read
twenty-seven
of
the
Hundred
Best
Books.
I
collect
ferns.
I
play
the
piano,
whenever...”
She
broke
off,
for
she
remembered
that
her
music
was
always
interrupted
by
the
ringing
of
the
Duke’s
bell
and
a
polite
request
that
it
should
cease.
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