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The menu was limited to almost nothing because Deppy refused to fill his pockets with "tinned things and biscuit." The next day they moved into the west wing, and that evening they had the Brownes to dine with them in the banquet hall. Deppingham awoke in the middle of the night with violent cramps in his stomach.
"I mean, too late to help Drusilla Browne. She's had an ideal shattered." "It really doesn't amount to anything, Genevra," he argued. "It will blow over in a fortnight. Aggie's always doing this sort of thing, you know." "I know, Deppy," she said sharply. "But this man is different. He's not a gentleman. Mr. Skaggs wasn't a gentleman. Blood tells.
"By Jove, Aggie, it's too beastly hot here for words," growled he for the hundredth time. "I think we'd better move into your grandfather's rooms." "Now, Deppy, don't let the Brownes talk you into everything they suggest," she complained, determined to be stubborn to the end. "They know entirely too much about the place already; please don't let them know you as intimately."
She waved her hand gaily and paused to wait for him. "I was thinking of you," she said in greeting, as he came up. "How nice you are," he said. "But, my dear, is it wise in you to be thinking of us handsome devils? It's a most dangerous habit thinking of other men." "But, Deppy, dear, the Prince isn't here," she said, falling into his humour. "That makes quite a difference, doesn't it?"
She smiled plaintively and said instead: "Good-night! Get a good sleep." "The same to you," he called feverishly. "Deppy," she said firmly, a red spot in each cheek, her voice tense and strained to a high pitch of suppressed decision, "I shall marry Karl Brabetz. That will be the end of your Mr. Chase." "I hope so," he said. "But I'm not so sure of it, if you continue to love him as you do now."
You'd be obliged to give up being a princess, and settle down as a wife. Chase wouldn't let you forget that you were a wife. It would be hanging over you all the time. Besides, he'd be a husband. That's something to beware of, too." "Deppy, you are ranting frightfully," she said consolingly. "You should go to sleep." "I'm awfully sorry for you, Genevra." "Sorry for me? Dear me!"
Isn't it lucky I pounced upon those rooms? They shan't turn us out. You won't let 'em, will you, Deppy?" "The impudence of 'em!" was all that Deppy could sputter. At that moment, the American party caught sight of the pair in the corner. For a brief space of time the two parties stared at each other, very much as the hunter and the hunted look when they come face to face without previous warning.
Don't be silly, Deppy." "Rubbish! Haven't you stuffed Aggie and me full of the things you found out concerning him before he left Thorberg and afterward? The letters from the Ambassador's wife and the glowing things your St. Petersburg friends have to say of him, eh? He comes to us well recommended by no other than the Princess Genevra, a most discriminating person.
"This is Dippy," his neighbor corrected him. "You mean Deppy," another said. And so on and so on. There seemed to be hundreds of them, thousands of them, and all on a gigantic picnic. "Which is the quickest way to Berlin?" one called, addressing the throng impartially. "Second turn to your left."
"A Dover's powder, Deppy, or a few grains of quinine. Please be sensible. You're just like a child." "What's in a Dover's powder?" demanded the patient, who had never been ill in his life. "Ipecac and opium, sugar of milk or sulphate of potash. It's an anodyne diaphoretic," said Browne. "Opium, eh?" came sharply from the couch.
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