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After Her Highness and Miss West had dined with me at the "Metropole" at Brighton on the following evening, the trusted old companion complained of headache and drove home, leaving us alone together.
Therefore we strolled forth into the moonlit night and, crossing the road, walked out along the pier. There were many persons in the hall of the hotel, but though a good many heads were turned to see "Miss Gottorp" pass in her pretty _decollete_ gown of black, trimmed with narrow silver, over which was a black satin evening cloak, probably not one noticed the undersized, insignificant, but rather well-dressed man who rose from one of the easy chairs where he had been smoking to follow us out.