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I secured a seat whence I could get a glimpse ever and again over Justin's assiduous shoulders of a delicate profile, and I found myself immediately engaged in answering the innumerable impossible questions of Lady Viping, the widow of terrible old Sir Joshua, that devastating divorce court judge who didn't believe in divorces. His domestic confidences had I think corrupted her mind altogether.
Whether he realized that Maida had waited for him I don't know, but he was so unusually talkative and full of fun that I longed to "vipe" somebody, feeling as I did that his cheerfulness was due to Maida's kindness. Unfortunately there was no excuse for viping; but I suddenly thought how I could throw a little cold water. "Have you noticed, Mr.
"Charming, isn't she?" said Lady Viping, and I discovered those infernal glasses were for a moment honoring me. They shut with a click. "Ham," said Lady Viping. "I told him no ham and now I remember I like ham. Or rather I like spinach. I forgot the spinach. One has the ham for the spinach, don't you think? Yes, tell him. She's a perfect Dresden ornament, Mr. Stratton.
I vas seen dem viping dishes mit a newsbaber. Dot's so. Yesterday night." An electric thrill ran through the circle, and two matrons, suddenly very red, answered at once: "Would you have us wipe them on our handkerchiefs? The towels were all gone!" "'Twas the awful crowd did it; an' 'twas only some saucers for the ice-cream." Mrs.
For a time I had been marooned conversationally, and Lady Viping had engaged Sir Godfrey. Evidently he was refractory and she was back at me. "Look at it now in profile," she said, and directed me once more to that unendurable grouping. Justin again! "It's a heavy face," I said. "It's a powerful face. I wouldn't care anyhow to be up against it as people say." And the lorgnette shut with a click.
There were two or three other casual people at our table; one of the Roden girls, a young guardsman and, I think, some other man whom I don't clearly remember. "And so that's the great Mr. Justin," rustled Lady Viping and stared across me. "What is the word?" insisted Lady Viping like a fly in my ear. I turned on her guiltily.
"Whether it's brachy," said Lady Viping, "or whether it's dolly I can never remember?" I guessed she was talking of Justin's head. "Oh! brachycephalic," I said. I had lost Mary's answer. "They say he's a woman hater," said Lady Viping. "It hardly looks like it now, does it?" "Who?" I asked. "What? oh! Justin." "The great financial cannibal. Suppose she turned him into a philanthropist!
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