Dead, Sir, and a very good thing, too. Married, I believe.
One of the men who have done everything. Pity they can't write a life
of him." These were the comments made upon the decease of this young
gentleman. Such is fame. Next day he was clean forgotten; just as if he
had never existed. Such is life.
CHAPTER LVII
AT LOUVAIN
NOT many English tourists go out of their way to visit Louvain, even
though it has a Hotel de Ville surpassing even that of Brussels itself,
and though one can get there in an hour from that city of youth and
pleasure. And there are no English residents at all in the place--at
least, none in evidence, though perhaps there may be some who have gone
there for the same reasons which led Mr. William Linville and his wife
to choose this spot--in order to be private and secluded. There are
many more people than we know of who desire, above all things,
seclusion and retirement, and dread nothing so much as a chance meeting
with an old friend.
Mr. William Linville took a small house, furnished, like the cottage at
Passy, and, also like that little villa, standing in its own garden.
Here, with a cook and a maid, Iris set up her modest _menage._ To ask
whether she was happy would be absurd.
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