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Updated: June 14, 2025


Far from feeling a proper shame on the following day, the Honourable George was as pleased as Punch with himself, declaring his intention of again consorting with the cattle and horse persons and very definitely declining an invitation to play at golf with Belknap-Jackson. "Golf!" he spluttered. "You do it, and then you've directly to do it all over again. I mean to say, one gets nowhere.

"What with one thing and another, and gassing back and forth with some o' the boys, it kind of went out o' my head." "Meeting our best people actually dancing with them!" murmured Mrs. Belknap-Jackson in a voice vibrant with horror. "My dear, I truly am so sorry for you." "You people entertained him delightfully at your camp," murmured Mrs.

But at my suggestion of this Mr. Belknap-Jackson informed me that he had already played Hamlet himself the year before, leaving nothing further to be done in that direction, and he wished now to attempt something more difficult; something, moreover, that would appeal to the little group of thinking people about us he would have "a little theatre of ideas," as he phrased it and he had chosen for his first offering a play entitled "Ghosts" by the foreign dramatist Ibsen.

I mean to say, he had taken the thing as a quiz in anatomy rather than as the rebuke it was meant to be. As I closed my door, I heard him add that he could be pushed just so far. Having written and posted my letter to the Honourable George the following morning, I summoned Mr. Belknap-Jackson, conceiving it my first duty to notify him and Mrs. Effie of my trade intentions.

Belknap-Jackson had hoped against hope that the Mixer might not be present, and even so late as the day of his lordship's arrival he was cheered by word that she might be compelled to keep her bed with a neuralgia.

And yet I could imagine no opening for her at the present moment and said as much. And Mrs. Belknap-Jackson, I was glad to observe, did not share her husband's evident worry. She had entered the place plumingly, as it were, sweeping the length of the room before his lordship with quite all the manner her somewhat stubby figure could carry off.

With excuses to the deaf ears of his lordship she left to address a friend at a distant table. She addressed others at other tables, leaving a flutter of sensation in her wake. Belknap-Jackson, having lighted one of his non-throat cigarettes, endeavoured to engross his lordship with an account of their last election of officers to the country club. His lordship was not properly attentive to this.

"What, what!" said his lordship, but I had caught her eyes. They brimmed with understanding. With the going of that train all life seemed to go. I mean to say, things all at once became flat. I turned to the dull station. "Give you a lift, old chap," said Belknap-Jackson. Again he was cordial.

The second hour passed quickly enough, the latter half of it being enlivened by the buffet collation which elicited many compliments upon my ingenuity and good taste. Quite almost every guest partook of a glass of the vodka. They chattered of everything but music, I dare say it being thought graceful to ignore the afternoon's disaster. Belknap-Jackson had sunk into a mood of sullen desperation.

"I guess I always been able to hold up my head when I felt like it," put in Cousin Egbert, now again both sullen and puzzled. Once more he threw out his encouragement to me: "Don't let 'em run any bluffs, Bill! They can't touch you, and they know it." "'Touch him," murmured Mrs. Belknap-Jackson with an able sneer. "My dear, what a trial he must have been to you. I never knew.

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