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"Sally was talking of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons. Mrs. Lloyd Avalons is not bad, only foolish: Mr. Lloyd Avalons is both." She drew a long breath, as she paused with her teeth shut upon her lower lip. Suddenly her chin began to quiver, and two heavy tears slid down her cheeks. Then she rallied swiftly, for she knew that all men hate domestic tears.
When Thayer, with Bobby at his side, had appeared in the door of the smoking-room, Lorimer had been more flushed, more garrulous than was his wont, more inclined to the French doctrine of equality and fraternity. In some moods, he would not have tolerated the arm of Lloyd Avalons which now rested across the back of his chair. The scene lasted only for an instant.
Have you seen the latest importation at the Metropolitan?" "Mr. Dane!" she remonstrated hastily. "Do you suppose I " "Certainly," Bobby assured her gravely. "I often spend an hour looking at them, and I always feel the better for the time passed in their society. They remind me of the futility of earthly things, and inspire me to higher aims." Mrs. Lloyd Avalons smiled faintly.
"I didn't know that he ever had anything to do with Mr. Dudley, and I really can't imagine his caring to make a table companion of Lloyd Avalons." Lorimer's answering laugh was slightly bitter. "What a social Philistine you are, Beatrix! Thayer is not so narrow." "Does that mean I am narrow?" she asked resentfully. "Yes, for a woman who frowned disapproval upon Sally Van Osdel's late utterances."
It was characteristic of Thayer that, in consenting to make his American début at the recital of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons, he had insisted upon the condition that he should choose his own assisting artist. How Mrs. Lloyd Avalons had heard of him in the first place was a mystery which he had made no effort to solve.
"Can you get all your arrears of penitence done up in six weeks, Sally?" Bobby asked, as he passed her the almonds. "Yes, if I've not seen too much of you," she returned. "Mrs. Avalons, when are you going to give us another recital?" Mrs. Lloyd Avalons rose to the cast. "Wasn't that a success? Mr. Thayer quite covered himself with glory."
But where is Mr. Arlt?" Thayer's face darkened. "Mrs. Lloyd Avalons neglected to invite him," he replied quietly. Lorimer's lip curled. "If that isn't beyond the dreams of snobbishness, Thayer! Why did you come to her old party, then?" "Because I thought it would be too petty to stay away." "I would be petty, then.
"We all have experienced university discipline," Dudley suggested. "It is swift and powerful, and nobody ever knows where it will hit next." Lorimer appeared to be pondering the matter. Then he turned to Lloyd Avalons. "D' you ever 'sperience university discipline?" he demanded, with grave anxiety. Lloyd Avalons flushed angrily, and Thayer judged that it was time to interpose.
The dinner was good and abundant; the wines were better and yet more abundant, and Lloyd Avalons, who appeared to be constructed of some material which alcohol was powerless to attack, saw to it that Lorimer's glass was filled as often as his own. The result was inevitable.
"That's all anybody is supposed to do. The time hasn't come yet when you syndicate the job, though I suppose it is only a matter of time." Mrs. Lloyd Avalons looked at him distrustfully for a moment; then she laughed with a dainty vagueness. "You are so amusing, Mr. Dane! One never really knows whether you're in earnest or not. How many tickets did you say you would take?"
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