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"I wish you'd tell Gilbert to come and see me," she said, sitting down beside him. "Very well," he answered, "I will!" "I'm sure he'll look awfully nice in khaki. And I should love to see him saluting Jimphy. He'll have to do that, you know, if he's a private...." He got away as soon as he could decently do so, and went back to Bloomsbury.
Aren't you, Jimphy dear?" "Aren't I what!" "Aren't you sure to get lost or troublesome or something!" Lord Jasper did not reply to his wife. "Come along, Quinn!" he said. "Cecily thinks she's being comic!..." Henry hesitated for a moment or two. He did not wish to go to the bar, and he was sick of the sight of Lord Jasper.
He was not anxious to meet Jimphy again, and he pretended not to see him, but Jimphy came up to him, smiling affably, and said "Hilloa, Quinn, old chap!" so he had to be as amiable as he could in response to the greeting.
She can change sheets while the patient is in bed, and she says he can scarcely tell that she's doing it. I should love to be able to do that. She told me a lot of things, and I really know the first lesson already. I can shake a bottle of medicine the proper way!..." "Can't we have tea or something?" said Jimphy.
"Damn you, you're funking it!" "I must tell him myself," he went on. "I must stand up to some one. I can't go on funking things forever...." It was odd, he thought, that he had no feeling for Jimphy. He had not any sense of shame because he had made love to Jimphy's wife. Jimphy appeared to him only in a comic light. Yet Jimphy had professed friendship for him.
"You know quite well what I mean!..." "What do you mean? I don't know!..." He went closer to her, trying to waken her passion by the strength of his. "I want you to leave Jimphy and come away with me," he said. "Leave Jimphy!" "Yes. You're not happy ... you're not suited to each other. Come with me!" "Like this?" she said, holding out her hands and mocking him. "That doesn't matter," he urged.
I can't stick plays ... not this sort anyhow. I don't mind a musical comedy now and again, although I think you can have too much of that...." Lady Cecily turned and waved her hand at her husband. "Ssh, Jimphy!" she whispered. "You're making a frightful row!"
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