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Dawling hilariously explained that when one wished very much to get anything one usually ended by doing so a proposition which led me wholly to dissent and our young lady to asseverate that she hadn't in the least wished to get Mr. Dawling.
Dawling towered over me in dismal triumph. It was the first time in our acquaintance that, on any ground of understanding this had occurred; but even so remarkable an incident still left me sufficiently at sea to cause him to continue: "Why, the effect of those spectacles!" I seemed to catch the tail of his idea. "Mrs. Meldrum's?"
I was perfectly aware that in her conversations and confidences I myself for instance had a niche in the gallery. As regards poor Dawling I knew how often he still called on the Hammond Synges. It was not there but under the wing of the Floyd-Taylors that her intimacy with Lord Iffield most flourished.
But it's still more horrible to defy all warnings; it's still more horrible to be landed in " Without saying in what I disgustedly shrugged my shoulders. After a glance at me Dawling jerked round. "Then you do believe that she may be?" I hesitated. "The thing would be to make her believe it. She only needs a good scare." "But if that fellow is shocked at the precautions she does take?"
I hadn't had an Oxford training and I had never encountered the great man at whose feet poor Dawling had most submissively sat and who had addressed him his most destructive sniffs; but I remember asking myself how effectively this privilege had supposed itself to prepare him for the career on which my friend appeared now to have embarked.
But it's still more horrible to defy all warnings; it's still more horrible to be landed in " Without saying in what I disgustedly shrugged my shoulders. After a glance at me Dawling jerked round. "Then you do believe that she may be?" I hesitated. "The thing would be to make HER believe it. She only needs a good scare." "But if that fellow is shocked at the precautions she does take?"
Yet I was determined to suspend all judgment, even after I could see that she was making no particular effort to meet me half-way, though she did acknowledge that Dinkie, in his best bib and tucker, was a "dawling" and even proclaimed that his complexion due, of course, to the floor-shellac and coal-oil reminded her very much of the higher-colored English children.
She looked queer of course, but it was partly because one was unaccustomed. There are women who look charming in nippers. What, at any rate, if she does look queer? She must be mad not to accept that alternative." "She IS mad," said Geoffrey Dawling. "Mad to refuse you, I grant.
Geoffrey Dawling, the person thus introduced to me, stumbled into my room with awkward movements and equivocal sounds a long, lean, confused, confusing young man, with a bad complexion and large, protrusive teeth.
"How should I know? You never wrote to me." Mrs. Meldrum hesitated, covering me with what poor Flora called the particular organ. "No, I didn't write to you; and I abstained on purpose. If I didn't I thought you mightn't, over there, hear what had happened. If you should hear I was afraid you would stir up Mr. Dawling." "Stir him up?"
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