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Updated: June 21, 2025
The wild, high notes of a flute, played by a silly gentleman from Tooting, shrilled through the tupping of the guitars, and Mr. Sagittarius, trembling in every limb, hissed in Mrs. Bridgeman's ear, "Hush, ma'am, for mercy's sake!" Mrs. Bridgeman started and forgot to smile. "My loved and honoured wife," continued Mr.
Moses, who was not afflicted with diffidence, rapidly continued, in a slightly affected and tripping cockney voice, "Mother Bridgeman's a dear one! God bless her for a pretty soul! She'd be sublime in musical comedy the black satin society lady, you know, who makes the aristocratic relief, "'I'm a Dowager Duchess, and everyone knows I'm a lady right down to the tip of my toes.
Mother Bridgeman's chickens, I call them. But it's impossible to count them, even after they're hatched. Cheese it!" The final imperative was flung demurely at a mighty footman, who just then tried to impound Mr. Moses's not quite finished brandy-and-soda. "Sir?" said the mighty footman. "Cheese it!" cried Mr. Moses, making a gesture of tragic repugnance in the direction of the footman.
Bridgeman's parquet grew louder and louder in the brilliant rooms. Attracted by the uproar, Sir Tiglath paused for a moment, still keeping his hand upon the lapel of Mr. Ferdinand's coat, however. The noise increased. It was evident that a multitude of people was rapidly approaching.
At first, as he met their fixed eyes, he fancied that they were, perhaps, falling into a trance, but presently the conviction seized him that they must be, on the contrary, busily thinking out some problem. He hoped fervently that he did not form part of it. At length the quivering silence was broken by Mr. Sagittarius. "I might accompany you to Mrs. Bridgeman's, sir," he said to the Prophet.
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