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'Take me in yours, I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I looked at Cynthia. Her expression had not changed. Then I looked at Tanky Gifford, and I understood. I had seen that stuffed-fish look on his face before on the occasion when I had been introduced to him at the Empire. 'If you and Mr Gifford will take my cab, I said to Mrs Drassilis, 'we will follow. Mrs Drassilis blocked the motion.
'No, no, he stammered. 'Give you my word. Just going. Good-bye. You won't forget to let me know about the yacht, Mrs Ford what? It'll be an awfully jolly party. Good-bye, good-bye, Miss Drassilis. He looked at Ogden for an instant, as if undecided whether to take the liberty of addressing him too, and then, his heart apparently failing him, turned and bolted.
From down the corridor came the clatter of a dropped stick. Cynthia Drassilis closed the door and smiled. 'A nervous young person! she said. 'What was he saying about a yacht, Nesta? Mrs Ford roused herself from her fascinated contemplation of Ogden. 'Oh, nothing. Some of us are going to the south of France in his yacht next week. 'What a delightful idea!
'Has has Cynthia I stopped, to steady my voice. 'Has Cynthia found I stopped again. I was finding it absurdly difficult to frame my sentence. 'Is there someone else? I concluded with a rush. Mrs Drassilis patted my arm sympathetically. 'Be brave, Peter! 'There is? 'Yes.
'Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. For 'water' in their case substitute 'money'. Mrs Drassilis was connected with money on all sides, but could only obtain it in rare and minute quantities. Any one of a dozen relations-in-law could, if they had wished, have trebled her annual income without feeling it. But they did not so wish. They disapproved of Mrs Drassilis.
In the same way we must condone the behaviour of Cynthia Drassilis on opening the door of Mrs Ford's sitting-room and admitting, not Ogden, but this total stranger, who accompanied his entry with the remarkable speech recorded at the close of the last section.
As an egoist I had been thorough in my egoism; and now, fate having bludgeoned that vice out of me, I found myself possessed of an almost morbid sympathy with the troubles of other people. I was extremely sorry for Cynthia Drassilis. Meeting her mother frequently, I could hardly fail to be. Mrs Drassilis was a representative of a type I disliked.
It was a passionate vow that, come what might, if those Irish eyes were to haunt me till my death, I would play the game loyally with Cynthia. The telephone bell rang just as I was getting ready to call at Marlow Square and inform Mrs Drassilis of the position of affairs.
She gave me the impression of being a woman who wanted a good deal of the conversation, and who did not care how she got it. In a conversational sense she thugged Mrs Drassilis at this point, or rather she swept over her like some tidal wave, blotting her out. 'Oh, she said fixing her brown eyes, less scornful now but still imperious, on mine. 'I must apologize. I have made a mistake.
'It's all right, he said. 'They've fixed it up. Something in the way they're walking tells me they've fixed it up. Mrs Drassilis was still sitting in the red automobile, looking piqued but resigned. Mrs Ford addressed her. 'I shall have to leave you, Mrs Drassilis, she said. 'Tell Jarvis to drive you wherever you want to go. I am going with my husband to see my boy Oggie.
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