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It had been like a dream, a beautiful dream, and as soon as I came to myself in the hall, with the visitors calling at the bureau and the page-boys shouting in the corridors, I found that my telegraph-form, crumpled and crushed, was still in the palm of my left hand. I tore it up and went in to breakfast. During our first day in London my husband had many visitors, including Mr. Eastcliff and Mr.
The gentleman was a tall young man wearing a very high collar and cravat, and using a handkerchief with embroidered initials in the corner of it. He turned out to be the Hon. Edward Eastcliff the great friend who, being rich enough to please himself, was about to marry the professional beauty.
Brompton Oratory would suit you better," said my husband, chucking me under the chin. But I persisted in my importunities, and at length Mr. Eastcliff said: "Let her come. Why shouldn't she?" "Very well," said my husband, pinching my cheek. "As you please. But if you don't like it don't blame me."
The place looked half like a doctor's consulting room, and half like a small police court. Presently Mr. Curphy, my father's advocate, came in, rather irritatingly cheerful in that chill atmosphere, and, half an hour late, my intended husband arrived, with his London lawyer and his friend Eastcliff.
"But do you remember," cried Mr. Eastcliff, "the High Bailiff or Bum Bailiff with the bottle-nose who etc . . . ?" "Killing, wasn't it, Vivian?" said one of the ladies. "Perfectly killing," said everybody. This shocking exhibition of bad manners had not gone on very long before I became aware that it was being improvised for my benefit.
Eastcliff went over to the open door and said: "Deuced fine day for a motor drive, isn't it?"
Lena's too funny for anything. Why, what else do you think she's been saying? She's been saying I'll come back to her yet. Yes, 'I'll give him six months to come crawling back to me, she said to Eastcliff and Vivian and some of the other fellows at the Club. Wonder if she thinks so now? . . . I wonder?"
It's coming down, and thus save millions of lives from shipwreck, and hundreds of millions of money." "Splendid, by Jove!" said Mr. Eastcliff. "Yes, ripping, by jingo!" said Mr. Vivian. "A ridiculous dream!" muttered my husband, but not until Martin had gone, and then Alma, seeing that I was all aglow, said: "What a lovely man! I wonder you don't see more of him, Mary, my love.
Eastcliff had married, but she heard from Madame that we were to have a house-party soon, and she hoped I would not forget her. After that Aunt Bridget's countenance cleared perceptibly and she said: "Ah, yes, of course! I thought she had a quality toss with her."
A tall man, whose figure I recognised, passed close by our carriage, and I had only time to conceal myself from observation behind the curtain of the window. "Helloa!" cried my companion. "There's Teddy Eastcliff. He married Camilla, the Russian dancer. They first met in my shop I may tell you."
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