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This ante-dates, and the first sum will be quite a substantial one; ample for the purpose of furnishing. Here is the Aunt's." Pausing before a door numbered 19, and bearing a brass plate inscribed "Mrs. Chumley," Don pressed the bell. Chumley." "The Aunt is apparently not at home," said Don, as no one responded to the ringing.
Ambrose Mallard lay as peaceful in consecrated ground: and Chumley Potts would be unlikely to think that the helping to lay Ambrose in his quiet last home would cost him a roasting until priestly intercession availed. So Chummy continues a Protestant; dull consciences can! But this is incomprehensible, that she, nursing her injury, should be perfectly civil. She is a woman without emotion.
Mallard and Chumley Potts, Captain Abrane, Sir Meeson Corby, Lord Brailstone, were plucked at and rattled, put to the blush, by a pursuit of inquiries conducted with beaks. High-nosed dames will surpass eminent judges in their temerity on the border-line where Ahem sounds the warning note to curtained decency. The courtly M. de St. Ombre had to stand confused.
The bets against him had simultaneously a see-saw rise. 'Bellows, he appears to have none, was the comment of Chumley Potts. 'Now for training, Chummy! said Lord Fleetwood. 'Chummy! signifying a crow over Potts, rang out of the hollows of Captain Abrane on Lord Brailstone's coach. Carinthia put a hand behind her to Madge. It was grasped, in gratitude for sympathy or in feminine politeness.
Chumley stood upon a platform of Victoria Station looking after a train from which protruded a forest of waving hands. Somewhere amongst them was the hand of Don, but because of that uncomfortable mistiness which troubled her sight at times, Flamby was quite unable to distinguish anything clearly. "Damn the German pigs," she said under her breath. "Did I hear you swearing, dear?" asked Mrs.
Chumley called "the squirrel's nest," was fragrant with roses, for Flamby's taste in flowers was extravagant, and she regularly exhausted the stocks of the local florist. A huge basket of white roses stood upon a side-table, a card attached. Flamby glanced at the card. "James again," she said. "He's some use in the world after all."
On that subject, she merely said, as soon as they were alone together: 'You seem to have had the lion's share of the parting. 'Yes, we passed Mr. Chumley Potts, was Henrietta's immediate answer; and her reference to him disarmed Livia.
"Of course," said Flamby, taking off her hat immediately, whereupon the mop of unruly hair all coppery waves and gold-flecked foam came tumbling about her face. "Dear me," continued Mrs. Chumley, whilst Don stood behind her watching the scene amusedly, "it is remarkable hair." Indeed the sight of Flamby's hair seemed almost to have stupefied her. "She is really very pretty.
When Don is home I have no fear, but when he is away there is really no one to study your interests, and, after all, Flamby, you are only a girl." "There is Mrs. Chumley and Mr. Hammett and Claude Chauvin." "Three quite delightful people, Flamby, I admit. But Hammett and Chauvin cannot always be with you, and Mrs.
It soothed him during his march to and away from Ambrose Mallard's grave; where it seemed to him curious and even pitiable that Chumley Potts should be so inconsolably shaken. Well, and if the priests have the secret of strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity, why not go to the priests, Chummy?
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