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And Beatrix, delighted at her easy victory, had allowed herself to be led off into a consideration of the decorations for the table. She could not be expected to foresee that, in giving the final orders for the supper, Lorimer would include a generous allowance of champagne. Neither could she have foreseen that one of the invitations would find its way into the hands of Lloyd Avalons.
"What I wish to know," Thayer said thoughtfully; "is where the deadline of propriety exists. Take the case of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons, for instance. Why does she take Patsey Keefe to her heart and home, and snub Arlt upon all occasions?" "Because she wishes to maintain a proper perspective," Sally replied. "Everyone knows that Patsey and she are chums from choice; with Mr.
I hate to see Beatrix throw herself away; but I can't help it." "I wonder what her idea is," Sally said thoughtfully. "She has always been so down upon any fastness that I supposed she would cut his acquaintance entirely, after that Lloyd Avalons supper." "He acted an awful cad, that night." Bobby's tone was disdainful.
"Because she is utterly preposterous," Sally replied concisely. "And yet, she is bound to arrive, some day," Lorimer said thoughtfully. "Then I hope it may not be until after I have left," Sally retorted. "I don't care to have her making connections with me." "Sally, you are uncharitable," Beatrix said rebukingly; but Bobby interrupted, "That's more than you can say of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons.
Lloyd Avalons squarely. "On the contrary, that is the very reason I cannot do it, Mrs. Lloyd Avalons. When Miss Gannion introduced me to you as Mr. Thayer's accompanist and a pianist who needed engagements, you wished to refuse me a place on your programme. Now that others have been good enough to listen to me, you can make room for two numbers by me.
She had proof of the one; the other was mainly negative, in so far as practical results were concerned. "Who are to be there?" she asked, as soon as she could trust her voice to be properly inexpressive. "Austin, and Tom Forbes, and Lloyd Avalons, and two or three men you don't know, and Thayer." "Mr. Thayer?" Her accent was incredulous. "Certainly. Why not?"
"But couldn't you just say a good word for us?" "I am afraid it wouldn't count for much." Mrs. Lloyd Avalons raised her brows and made a delicate, pushing gesture with her outspread palms. "You are too modest, Miss Dane. We all know your powers of persuasion, and we are counting on you." "Who are we?" Sally inquired, in flat curiosity. "Mrs. Van Bleeker and Mrs.
I am very sorry; but I shall be unable to accept your invitation." There was no underlying rancor in the slow, deliberate syllables; they were merely the statement of an indisputable fact. Most women would have accepted them in silence. Not so with Mrs. Lloyd Avalons. "But you played for Miss Van Osdel, last week," she persisted. Arlt rose to his feet.
"I confess that I find it a little difficult to follow you." "Not at all," Bobby interposed. "She isn't going anywhere. Sally's mental processes always remind me of the way we used to play cars in a row of easy chairs. We were extremely energetic, and we pretended that we were going somewhere; but in reality we didn't budge an inch. Sally, what is the reason you don't like Mrs. Lloyd Avalons?"
"I do," she said, after a pause. "I know it is foolish, and I am ashamed of myself; but I dread this recital, to-night, and I dread that hateful Lloyd Avalons supper after it. Let's not go, Sidney." "Oh, but we must. Why not?" "They are such impossible people." "I know; but everyone will understand that it is on Thayer's account that we go, Beatrix. And he made such a point of it."
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