Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
Lloyd Avalons realized she had been defeated and then dismissed by the man whose patroness she was assuming to be. "No matter," she reflected; "we've got to pay Signora Cantabella, and we can insist upon her singing something a little more digestible. Mr. Thayer is cranky; but we get him and that little Arlt for nothing, so I suppose we mustn't be too critical." For once, Mrs.
"His mantle fell over some of the rest of us, and we gained lustre from his glory." Sally's tone was slightly malicious. "He is certainly a great artist, and I am proud to have discovered him." "But I thought Mrs. Stanley discovered him. He sang for her first." Mrs. Lloyd Avalons straightened in her chair. She had no intention of allowing to Mrs. Stanley the prestige which belonged to herself.
It was a little tricky. What is it you call it in the business world, Mr. Dane?" "A corner in Cotton," Bobby replied gravely. Mrs. Lloyd Avalons thought she could see that the point of this joke was directed against Mrs. Stanley, and she laughed rather more heartily than good breeding required.
To-night, Lloyd Avalons stood slightly in the rear of the elbow of his wife who, resplendent in pale gray velvet and emeralds, was welcoming her guests on the threshold of the music-room.
Thayer asked, as soon as they were alone, for Bobby's face showed that something was amiss. "It's Lorimer in the smoking-room. That beast of a Lloyd Avalons has opened a perfect bar in there, and and Lorimer is making a bit of a cad of himself," Bobby confessed reluctantly. "I tried to get him away; but he wouldn't come, and I thought perhaps you could start him.
He had forgotten both the whist and the interlude, that afternoon, and he felt no inclination to exchange verbal inanities with a group of women of whom several had been at the Lloyd Avalons supper, the night before. All of them, he was convinced, had heard of the incident, and were covertly eying Beatrix to see whether she looked as if she had slept well.
Sally shrugged her shoulders with the petulant gesture of a naughty child. "How in thunder should I know, Bobby? I wish you'd ask her." "No use. She never takes a hint." A sudden change came over the group, as Mrs. Lloyd Avalons tripped daintily into the room.
Thayer to sing for our Fresh Air Fund." "Really, I have no idea of Mr. Thayer's engagements," Beatrix said drily. "But I thought you knew him so well." Beatrix's face expressed her surprise. "I know him as I know any number of people, Mrs. Avalons. That doesn't mean that Mr. Thayer consults me in regard to his plans." "Oh, no," Mrs. Lloyd Avalons responded vivaciously.
At least, if the incident were to be mentioned, their names were bound to be bracketed with each other. Like his wife, Lloyd Avalons possessed his social ambitions. In the most accurate use of the words, Lorimer had not been drunk, only intoxicated.
"It was that brute of a Lorimer, and he deserves all he got, and more, too. I saw the order to the caterer, made out in Beatrix's handwriting, and there wasn't a pint of champagne on it. Lorimer sent in the order afterwards, just as he invited that serpent of a Lloyd Avalons. Beatrix couldn't help herself." "She could have countermanded the order." "She didn't know it till the guests were there.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking