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I know exactly where the photo is to be looked for, and all I have to do is to drive over to Wimbledon, and a servant will be waiting to admit me. Now, you will think it childish, but I really don't like to go alone.
M'Catchley had described with much eloquence the Dejeunes dansants of her fashionable friends residing in the elegant suburbs of Wimbledon and Fulham. She declared that nothing was so agreeable. She had even said point-blank to Mr. Avenel, "Why don't you give a Dejeune dansant?" And, therewith, a Dejeune dansant Mr. Avenel resolved to give. The day was fixed, and Mr.
She would soon discover my identity. She has probably heard of me already. 'Who hasn't? I responded with a laugh. And once again I brought forward the objections that occurred to me with respect to the plan of remaining at Wimbledon. It was a centre of Roman Catholic activity. There was a Jesuit college there, numbering both French professors and French pupils.
I myself should have had some fear- -not, I need scarcely say, for the "things" themselves, but for some other things very near them; in fine for the rest of my eloquence. Later on I could see that the oracle of Wimbledon was not in this case so appropriate as he would have been had the polities of the gods only coincided more exactly with those of the party.
Siegmund hurried downstairs and took his hat. He was walking down the path when the door was snatched open behind him, and Vera ran out crying: 'Are you going out? Where are you going? Siegmund stood still and looked at her. 'She is frightened, he said to himself, smiling ironically. 'I am only going a walk. I have to go to Wimbledon. I shall not be very long.
At last, on Snipe's bespeaking, he went to Wimbledon, which is a vastly smart suburb, and there, God knows, he fell into a thousand absurd tricks so that many thought he was off his head.
Saltram, and it was afterwards confirmed at Wimbledon: poor Miss Anvoy was in trouble- -great disasters in America had suddenly summoned her home. Her father, in New York, had suffered reverses, lost so much money that it was really vexatious as showing how much he had had. It was Adelaide who told me she had gone off alone at less than a week's notice. "Alone? Gravener has permitted that?"
That, I should say, was between nine and half-past. After I came out of the trance I was conscious that I had been somewhere, but I did not know where. I started from Hindhead for Wimbledon, but landed at M Mansions, where, no doubt, I was more at home." "Then you had no memory of where you had been?" "Not the least." "And what about the shawl?" "The shawl was one that Miss C. had never seen.
From this landing a fine view is to be had of Putney Bridge; upstream and downstream is seen the big iron lattice bridge that carries the District Railway over from Fulham on its way to Wimbledon. A soap-boiler's establishment with several smaller yards makes the lane busy, but there are still a lot of small cottages some very old of a poor type, and rented for the most part by labourers.
But won't you introduce me to Mademoiselle Helbrun? It would be delightful, mademoiselle, if you would only sing for us." "I shall be very pleased indeed." "Well, we have only got two or three minutes to decide what it is to be. Will you come up to the organ loft?" And that afternoon the Wimbledon laity had the pleasure of hearing two prima donne at Benediction.
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