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Especially did she seem grateful for the zealous tutelage and chaperonage of Mrs. Drelmer. "Everybody in New York plays bridge, my dear, and of course you must learn," that capable lady had said in the beginning. "But I never was bright at cards," the girl confessed, "and I'm afraid I couldn't learn bridge well enough to interest you good players." "Nonsense!" was Mrs. Drelmer's assurance.
"How girlish your little friend Mrs. Akemit is!" said his mother. "How did she come to lose her husband?" "Lost him in South Dakota," replied her son, shortly. "Divorced, ma," explained Psyche, "and Mrs. Drelmer says her family's good, but she's too gay." "Ah!" exclaimed Percival, "Mrs. Drelmer's hammer must be one of those cute little gold ones, all set with precious stones.
An enthusiastic player of bridge, of passable exterior, mediocre skill, and unlimited resources, need never want in New York for very excellent society. Not only was the Western girl received by Mrs. Drelmer's immediate circle, but more than one member of what the lady called "that snubby set" would now and then make a place for her at the card-table. A few of Mrs.
Drelmer's intimates were so wanting in good taste as to intimate that she exploited Miss Bines even to the degree of an understanding expressed in bald percentage, with certain of those to whom she secured the girl's society at cards.
"That's right," said Billy Brue, with the quick sympathy of the experienced. "That guy that doped me, he wa'n't satisfied with my good thirty-dollar wad. Not by no means! He had to go take my breast-pin nugget from the Early Bird." At eleven o'clock the next morning Mauburn waited in Mrs. Drelmer's drawing-room for the news she might have.
And Mauburn, you lucky minx, simply adores you he's quite mad about you, really!" In spite of Mrs. Drelmer's two-edged sword, Miss Bines continued rather more favourable to the line of De Palliac. The baron was so splendid, so gloomy, so deferential. He had the air of laying at her feet, as a rug, the whole glorious history of France.
Drelmer, "far enough off, of course, to let them coo, and I'll be back with any people I can pick up for a cruise." "Trust me to contract the visual and aural infirmities of the ideal chaperone," was Mrs. Drelmer's cheerful response.
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