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Lipscomb's shoulder; but she remembered how lightly he had been treated at the Fairford dinner, and she wanted oh, how she wanted! to have Ralph Marvell see her talking to Van Degen.
Lipscomb's magnanimity was that when, on the day of parting, she drew Undine to her bosom with the hand on which her new engagement-ring blazed, Undine hated her as she hated everything else connected with her vain exile in the wilderness. The next phase in the unrolling vision was the episode of her return to New York.
Lipscomb's glance, and there in fact was Claud Popple, taller and more dominant than ever, and bending easily over what she felt must be the back of a brilliant woman. He replied by a discreet salute to Mrs. Lipscomb's intemperate motions, and Undine saw the brilliant woman's opera-glass turn in their direction, and said to herself that in a moment Mr. Popple would be "round."
"But you have a great friend of your own the lady who takes you into society," Mr. Dagonet pursued; and Undine had the sense that the irrepressible Mabel was again "pushing in." "Oh, yes Mabel Lipscomb. We were school-mates," she said indifferently. "Lipscomb? Lipscomb? What is Mr. Lipscomb's occupation?"
If ever there was a case of adding insult to injury, surely this piece of canting impertinence was one of the most outrageous. By H.W. Woolrych. London: J. & W.T. Clarke, 1826, pp. 145-48. Lipscomb's History and Antiquities of the Co. of Bucks, 1847, Vol. IV., p. 548. Gray made the churchyard of Stoke Pogis the scene of his famous Elegy, and he was buried there in 1771. Ency. Brit., Vol.
Lipscomb's caller, and sit upstairs with a novel while the drawing-room below was given up to the enacting of an actual love-story. Even then, even to the end, Undine had to admit that Mabel had behaved "beautifully." But it is comparatively easy to behave beautifully when one is getting what one wants, and when some one else, who has not always been altogether kind, is not. The net result of Mrs.
Was it going to be as dreary here as there? She felt Lipscomb's loud whisper in her back: "Say, you girls, I guess I'll cut this and come back for you when the show busts up." They heard him shuffle out of the box, and Mabel settled back to undisturbed enjoyment of the stage. When the last entr'acte began Undine stood up, resolved to stay no longer.
That was one of the episodes that sickened her as she looked back, and made her resolve once more to trust less to her impulses especially in the matter of giving away rings. In the interval, however, she felt she had learned a good deal, especially since, by Mabel Lipscomb's advice, the Spraggs had moved to the Stentorian, where that lady was herself established.
But its handle remained unturned, and Harry Lipscomb, leaning back on the sofa, his head against the opera cloaks, continued to breathe stentorously through his open mouth and stretched his legs a little farther across the threshold... The entr'acte was nearly over when the door opened and two gentlemen stumbled over Mr. Lipscomb's legs.
The foremost was Claud Walsingham Popple; and above his shoulder shone the batrachian countenance of Peter Van Degen. A brief murmur from Mr. Popple made his companion known to the two ladies, and Mr. Van Degen promptly seated himself behind Undine, relegating the painter to Mrs. Lipscomb's elbow. "Queer go I happened to see your friend there waving to old Popp across the house.
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