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My neighbour, a portly member of Parliament, looked amazed, Salemina grew scarlet, the situation was charged with danger; and, rapidly viewing the various exits, I chose the humorous one, and told as picturesquely as possible the whole story of our school of egg-opening in Dovermarle Street, the highly arduous and encouraging rehearsals conducted there, and the stupendous failure incident to our first public appearance.
"Oh, yes, miss, she's alive and 'earty; but the daughters manages everythink, and what they down't manage the h'orphan nieces does. The 'ouse is run for the young ladies, but m'ludanlady seems to enjoy it." Dovermarle Street was so interesting during the next few days that we could scarcely bear to leave it, lest something exciting should happen in our absence.
Perhaps you do not think his name was Terence or hers Patricia, and if you go so far as that in blindness and incredulity I should not expect you to translate properly what I saw last night under the oak-tree, the night of the ball on the opposite side, when Patricia made her debut. How well I remember our last evening in Dovermarle Street!
After paying my last week's bill in Dovermarle Street, including fees to several servants whom I knew by sight, and several others whose acquaintance I made for the first time at the moment of departure, I glanced at my ebbing letter of credit and felt a season of economy setting in upon me with unusual severity; accordingly, I made an experiment of coming third-class to Belvern.
Arthur Ponsonby and Bertie Godolphin, to come later in the evening. These read as follows: Private View The pleasure of your company is requested at the coming-out party of The Hon. Patricia Brighthelmston July 189- On the opposite side of the street. Dancing about 10-30. 9 Dovermarle Street.
Three days before our departure, I remarked at the breakfast-table, Dawson being absent: "My dear girls, you are aware that we have ordered fried eggs, scrambled eggs, buttered eggs, and poached eggs ever since we came to Dovermarle Street, simply because we do not know how to eat boiled eggs prettily from the shell, English fashion, and cannot break them into a cup or a glass, American fashion, on account of the effect upon Dawson.
"No, oh, no! it's nothing at all, dear. Perhaps the hay was going to make me sneeze. What was I saying?" "About the god " "Oh, yes! I remember! We'll go to Bushey Park and see the chestnuts in bloom, and will dine at Number 10, Dovermarle Street " "I shall not go there, Billy," said Himself.
"It was at Number 10, Dovermarle Street that your mother told me she wouldn't marry me; or at least that she'd have to do a lot of thinking before she'd say Yes; so she left London and went to North Malvern." "Couldn't she think in London?" "Didn't she always want to be married to you?" "Not always." "You were never mentioned, not one of you!"
As we left dear old Dovermarle Street and Smith's Private Hotel behind, and drove to the station to take the Flying Scotsman, we indulged in floods of reminiscence over the joys of travel we had tasted together in the past, and talked with lively anticipation of the new experiences awaiting us in the land of heather.
Smith's Hotel, 10 Dovermarle Street. Here we are in London again, Francesca, Salemina, and I. Salemina is a philanthropist of the Boston philanthropists limited. I am an artist. Francesca is It is very difficult to label Francesca.
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