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Lensley was prattling as if he were determined to discharge an entire novelful of "chatter" at Lady Cecily, and Boltt's little clipped, pedantic voice recited a long rigmarole about a glorious view in France which he had lately seen while motoring in that country. Boltt admired Nature in the way in which any man of careful upbringing would admire a really nice woman....
Boltt murmured. "Some one who dislikes me...." "The chief complaint was that your people aren't real...." Henry continued, though Mr. Boltt frowned heavily. "Yes. I don't think we need discuss the matter further, Mr...." "Quinn!!" said Henry. He felt happier now that he had pricked the egregious fellow's vanity. "Silly of 'em to say that," said Lord Jasper.
Henry had lately reviewed a book by Boltt for a daily paper, and he had expressed scorn for it and its stuffed dummies, masquerading as men and women ... and Boltt, who took himself very seriously indeed, had written a letter of complaint to the editor of the paper.
I'm not what you'd call a sentimental fellow at all, but that song ... you know, about the honeysuckle and the bee ... I could not get that song out of my head. I thought I should go cracked over it. Always humming it or whistling it ... and I suppose if you get an idea for a yarn into your head, Boltt, well, it's something like that!" Lady Cecily had exhausted the "chatter" of Mr. Lensley.
"Oh, then, I suppose you didn't see the review. I thought you probably got clippings from a Press-cuttings agency!..." "Yes, oh, yes, I do. I seem to remember that the Morning Report was unkind. Not quite fair, I should say!" Lord Jasper began to take an intelligent interest in the conversation. "Have you published another book, Boltt?" he asked innocently. "Yes ... a ... Lord Jasper ... I have!"
There were half a dozen women in the drawing-room with Cecily when Henry and Jimphy entered it. In addition to the women, there were a photographer and Boltt. The photographer had finished his work and was preparing to depart, and Boltt was talking in his nice little clipped voice about the working-class. It appeared that the working-class had not realised the seriousness of the situation.
Lensley and Boltt followed Jimphy eagerly to Lady Cecily's table. Lensley was glad to sit with her: Boltt was glad to be certain of his supper. Lensley enjoyed listening to Cecily's babble because he could always be certain of getting something out of her speech that would just fit into his next novel: Boltt liked his contiguity to members of the governing class.
Mr. Boltt said, and there was some sniffiness in his tones. He was accustomed to lengthy reviews on the day of publication, and it annoyed him to think that there was some one in the world, some one, too, with whom he was acquainted, who did not know that the publication of one of his books was an event. "I can't think how you writing chaps keep it up," said Jimphy.
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