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"It makesh me homesick for the good ol' days in Berlin." "You were over, in January; weren't you?" Lloyd Avalons asked. "Yes, aft' a fashion; but 't wasn' the ol' fashion. A studen' an' a married man's two differen' things. I took Mrs. Lorimer everywhere an' to show her grat'tude she took me in han'." And Lorimer's own laugh rang out merrily at what seemed to him a superlatively good joke.
"If I consent to sing, I must choose my own songs," he had said quietly to Mrs. Lloyd Avalons, when she had suggested a modern French love song in place of the Händel aria he had selected. "Oh, but it is so late in the season, and everybody is tired," she had urged gayly. "If we give them too heavy things on a warm night, they may go to sleep." "Then I shall proceed to wake them up," he replied.
For a person who professed to ignore all such detail, Bobby Dane was singularly critical of feminine dress, as Beatrix had learned to her cost. Seated by the tea-table, balancing a Sèvres cup in her hand, Mrs. Lloyd Avalons appeared to be casting about in her mind for a subject of conversation. Bobby came to her relief. "When you appeared, Mrs. Avalons, we were just speaking of mummies.
She drew a long breath. "If we must But I dread it. Do keep Mr. Avalons away from me, then." As he looked down at the brown head which scarcely rose above his lips, Lorimer's smile ceased to be whimsical and became inexpressibly tender and winning. "Count on me, dear girl. He is a brute; but I won't let him go near you." Impulsively she turned and faced him.
"Even truthful people will fib valiantly, where music is concerned, and go into raptures, when they have hard work to suppress their yawns. It was a sorry day for music, when it became the fashion." "How droll you are, Miss Van Osdel!" Mrs. Lloyd Avalons was nothing, if not direct, in her personal comments. Then she answered Bobby. "Even if Mrs.
We want to make it a large affair, don't you know, something that will attract the swell set and the musical people, too." If Bobby Dane hated one word in the language, that word was swell. Accordingly, he glared haughtily across the table at Mrs. Lloyd Avalons, noting, as he did so, the scornful cadence of her voice over the final phrase. "The two sets rarely mingle, Mrs. Avalons.
Lloyd Avalons said, in real dismay. "We never thought of his refusing." Arlt shook his head in grim silence. Mrs. Lloyd Avalons took refuge in cajolery. "Oh, but you must! We can't spare you, Mr. Arlt. If you don't care for the charity, you'll do it for me; won't you?" Deliberately Arlt packed the sugar and the spoon into his cup, and set the cup down on the table. Then he turned to face Mrs.
"You literary people have strange thoughts," she observed, addressing the room at large. "I have often thought I should like to write, if I only had the time." "Why don't you?" Bobby inquired blandly. "The result would be sure to be interesting." But Beatrix interposed. "Are you as busy as ever, Mrs. Avalons?" "Busier. It is such a bore to be in this perpetual rush; but I can't seem to help it.
Lloyd Avalons exclaimed, as she took Sally's hand. "Miss Van Osdel has unsuspected depths to her nature," Bobby observed gravely. "Long as I have known her, Mrs. Avalons, I assure you I have never succeeded in finding her out." "Oh yes. How like you that is, Mr. Dane! But I was including you all." "Taking us all in?" Bobby queried. "Taking us just as you find us," Sally added.
"It would be an advantage to him to play on such a programme," Mrs. Lloyd Avalons asserted, as she set down her cup. "It would also be an advantage to him to get a little money, now and then." Mrs. Lloyd Avalons raised her brows. They were daintily-marked brows, and the expression suited her pretty, empty little face.
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