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The Van Clupps, the Rush-Marvelles, and others like them, and as for Clara Winsleigh " He turned to study her ladyship attentively. She was sitting quite close to the piano her eyes were cast down, but the rubies on her bosom heaved quickly and restlessly, and she furled and unfurled her fan impatiently.
In one swift glance Beau Lovelace observes all these different movements, and the inner fountain of his mirth begins to bubble. "What fun those Van Clupps are!" he thinks. "The old woman's got a diamond plaster on her neck! Horrible taste! She's anxious to show how much she's worth, I suppose! Mrs. Marvelle wants a shawl, and Lady Clara a bodice. By Jove!
"Oh er yes! I er know you by reputation Herr er Machten . Oh, er yes! Pray excuse me for a moment!" And thankfully catching the commanding eye of his wife, he scrambles hastily away from the piano and joins her. She is talking to the Van Clupps, and she wants him to take away Mr.
She had a great friendship for him, one of those emotional, perfectly spiritual and innocent attachments, I believe, which are so rare in this wicked world." Mrs. Marvelle sighed, then suddenly becoming practical again, she continued. "Yes, I shall go there and stop to luncheon, and talk this thing over. Then I'll drive on to the Van Clupps, and bring Marcia home to dinner.
Marvelle, "I must call at the Van Clupps' " "I'll call there with you. I owe them a visit. Has Marcia caught young Masherville yet?" "Well," hesitated Mrs. Marvelle, "he is rather slippery, you know so undecided and wavering!" Lady Winsleigh laughed. "Never mind that! Marcia's a match for him! Rather a taking girl only what an accent! My nerves are on edge whenever I hear her speak."
Rush-Marvelle and the Van Clupps are listening to the conversation with straining ears. What strange person is this? She does not talk bad grammar, though her manner of expressing herself is somewhat quaint and foreign. But she is babyish perfectly babyish! The idea of any well-bred woman condescending to sing the praises of her own husband in public! Absurd!
Otherwise, it is possible she might have scented danger for Thelma's peace of mind, and being good-natured, might have warded it off before it approached too closely, but, like policeman who are never within call when wanted, so friends are seldom at hand when their influence might be of real benefit. The Van Clupps were people Thelma could not get on with at all she tried to do so because Mrs.
On arriving at the Van Clupps', they found no one at home not even Marcia so Lady Winsleigh drove her "dearest Mimsey" back to her own house in Kensington, and there left her with many expressions of tender endearment then, returning home, proceeded to make an elaborate and brilliant toilette for the enchantment and edification of Sir Francis Lennox that evening.
Marvelle that the Van Clupps owed their invitation for this one day down to Errington Manor, for Thelma herself was not partial to them. But she did not like to refuse Mrs. Marvelle's earnest entreaty that they should be asked, and that good-natured, scheming lady having gained her point, straightway said to Marcia Van Clupp somewhat severely "Now, Marcia, this is your last chance.
An odd thing it is, by the way, how fond some Americans are of tracing back their ancestry to these virtuous old gentlemen! The Van Clupps were of course not the best types of their country they were of that class who, because they have money, measure everything by the money-standard, and hold even a noble poverty in utter contempt. Poor Van Clupp!
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