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'To be the personification of Italy in dreary London is more than an accomplishment; it it' 'It is a boon, said Dunckley, coming to the aid of his floundering loved one. 'Exactly, said Lady Durwent with a sigh of relief. 'Madame Lucia Carlotti Mr. Selwyn of New York. 'Buona sera, signora. 'Buona sera, signore.
Pyford, put in Lady Durwent, descrying a storm on the yellow and black horizon, 'has just written' 'MR. H. STACKTON DUNCKLEY, announced the butler, with an appropriate note of mysterioso.
'DEAREST LUCIA, I am counting on you for next Friday. A young American author studying England I suppose like that Count Something-or-other in Pickwick Papers is coming to dinner. I understand he drinks very little, so I am relying on you to thaw him. 'Stackton Dunckley insists upon coming, though I tell him that it is dangerous; and of course people are saying dreadful things, I know.
H. Stackton Dunckley lit a cigarette, opened the first letter, and read it. 'MY DEAR STACKY, Next Friday I am giving a little dinner-party just a few unusual people to meet an American author who has recently come to England. Do come; but, you brilliant man, don't be too caustic, will you? 'Isn't it dreadful the way gossip is connecting our names? Supposing Lord Durwent should hear about it!
'My dear, said Lady Durwent, glancing at her daughter, who was reading a novel, 'hadn't you better go and dress? 'Is there a dinner-party to-night? asked the girl without looking up. 'Of course, Elise. Have you forgotten that Mr. Selwyn of New York will be here? 'Is he as tedious as Stackton Dunckley? Lady Durwent frowned with vexation. 'My dear, she said, 'you are very trying.
'Discreet, she coquetted. 'People will talk. 'Let them, said Mr. Dunckley earnestly. 'Madame Carlotti, I think you know Mr. Dunckley H. Stackton Dunckley and you too, Mrs. Le Roy Jennings; you clever people ought to be friends at once. And I want you to meet Mr. Pyford, the' 'Hah d'ye do? 'How are you? 'Ro splendid, thanks. 'We were discussing, said Lady Durwent 'discussing'
'No, said Smyth, who was thoroughly happy as a self-constituted master of ceremonies. 'No one would accept the brief. 'Then, said Selwyn, 'I apply for the post of counsel for the defence, for in the limited time I have been in your country I have seen much that appeals to me. 'Of course, it is a well-known fact, said Dunckley sententiously, 'that American humour relies on exaggeration.
'I'm certainly not going to become a professional critic like Stackton Dunckley, who hasn't even the excuse that he's an Irishman; or Lucia Carlotti, who hardly ever leaves London because her dinners cost her nothing. But I reserve the right of personal resentment.
Some Austrian diplomat has been jilted for a Servian, I suppose. Isn't that the way wars always happen? and she sighed heavily, recalling to her mind the classic features of H. Stackton Dunckley. 'That's what I say, said the bright youth of the morning splendour. 'Why make a horse cross a bridge if it won't drink? Here goes heads, a European war; tails, another thousand years of peace.
'Lady Durwent, said the futurist, 'all art is philosophy even old Pyford's here, though his amounts almost to theology. For a few minutes the conversation drifted in inconsequential channels until H. Stackton Dunckley becalmed everything with a laborious dissertation on the lack of literary taste in both England and America.
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