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Haweis introduced his congregation to a Mahatma in the vestry after service last Sunday?" said Madame Valtesi. "I heard so, and that he has persuaded Little Tich to read the lessons for the rest of the season. I think it is rather hard upon the music halls. There is really so much competition nowadays!" "I know nothing about Mr. Haweis," said Mr. Smith, drinking some water from a wineglass.
We want to listen to you." Tommy ran off excitedly. Lady Locke and Lord Reggie sat down silently. A few yards away Mrs. Windsor, Madame Valtesi, and Mr. Smith formed a heterogeneous and singularly inappropriate group.
They keep hoping they will have something to say presently, I suppose." "And they hope out loud," said Madame Valtesi. "People who hope out loud are very trying. I know so many. Dear me, how dusty it is! I feel as if I were drowning. Are we nearly there?" "Yes," said Mrs. Windsor; "there is the common that is the common where Mr. Smith has checked the rowdyism.
Well, it can't be helped, but I did think they would look so pretty standing in the moonlight after supper and singing catches in them like the angels, you know." "Do the angels sing catches after supper?" Madame Valtesi asked of Lady Locke, who was trying to restrain the pardonable excitement of Tommy. "I am so ignorant about these things." Lady Locke did not hear.
But presently Amarinth, after reading all the advertisements on the cover of his newspaper, put it down slowly and glanced around, with the puffy expression of a person suppressing a grown-up yawn. His eyes wandered about, to Mrs. Windsor immersed in amateur gardening of the destructive kind, to Lord Reggie in his hammock, to Madame Valtesi dropping stitches in her low chair. He sighed and spoke
They were a part of her get up as a country hostess. A few moments later some simple chords, and the sound of a rather obvious sequence, followed by intensely Handelian runs, announced that Lord Reggie had begun to compose his anthem, and Madame Valtesi and Lady Locke were mounting into the governess cart, which was rather like a large hip bath on wheels.
Their eyes were mostly blue and innocent, and they were all afflicted with a sort of springy shyness which led them at one moment to jumps of joy, and at another to blushes and smiling speechlessness. They were altogether naïve and invigorating, and even Madame Valtesi, peering at them through her tortoise shell eyeglass, was moved to a dry approbation.
But you must remember to be very high church to-morrow night. Mr. Smith is terribly particular about that." "I don't think I know how to be High Church," said Madame Valtesi very gravely. "Does one assume any special posture of body, or are one's convictions to be shown only in attitude of mind?" "Oh, there is no difficulty," said Lord Reggie. "All one has to do is to abuse the Evangelical party.
"I should like to go out shopping," remarked Madame Valtesi, who was dressed in a white serge dress, figured with innocent pink flowers. "But, my dear, there are no shops!" "There is always a linen-draper's in every village," said Madame Valtesi; "and a grocer's." "But what would you buy there?" "That is just what I wish to know. May I have the governess cart?
"I am glad I never had any." "Yes," said Madame Valtesi; "they are as adhesive as postage-stamps. What time do we dine to-day?" "Not till half-past eight." "I shall go in, and sit down quietly and try to feel old. Youth is quite terrible, in spite of what Esmé says. Esmé, youth is not passionate; it is merely sticky and excited."
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