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But Lady Everington had been unable to push very far her programme for international amenities. There were strange little yellow men from the City, who had charge of ships and banking interests; there were strange little yellow men from beyond the West End, who studied the Fine Arts, and lived, it appeared, on nothing.
"Aubrey, what a very wicked story!" "No, Lady Georgie, it was not even wicked. She was not real enough to sin with. The affair had not even the excitement of badness to keep it going." "Do you know the Japanese well?" Lady Everington returned to the highroad of her inquiry. "No, nobody does; they are a most secretive people."
He was the most fascinating of all her novelties. He was much nicer than Lady Everington; for he was not always saying, "Don't," or making clever remarks, which she could not understand. He gave her absolutely her own way, and everything that she admired. He reminded her of an old Newfoundland dog who had been her slave when she was a little girl.
When she told her protectress that Geoffrey had consented to its abandonment, Lady Everington had heaved a sigh. "Poor Kimono!" she said, "it has served you well. But I suppose a soldier is glad to put his uniform away when the fighting is over. Only, never forget the mysterious power of the uniform over the other sex." Another day when her Ladyship had been in a bad mood, she had snapped,
The bridal pair left in a motor-car for Folkestone tinder a hailstorm of rice, and with the propitious white slipper dangling from the number-plate behind. When all her guests were gone, Lady Everington fled to her boudoir and collapsed in a little heap of sobbing finery on the broad divan.
"Like your lady friends in Tokyo, the Japanese ones, I mean?" "Not in the least. Japanese ladies look very picturesque, but they are as dull as dolls. They sidle along in the wake of their husbands, and don't expect to be spoken to." "And have you no more intimate experience?" asked Lady Everington. "Really, Aubrey, you have not been living up to your reputation."
"Keep the breed pure, be it white, black, or yellow. Bastard races cannot flourish. They are waste of Nature." The Professor glanced towards the bridal pair. "And these also?" he asked. "Perhaps," said Sir Ralph, "but in her case her education has been so entirely European." Hereupon, Lady Everington approaching, Sir Ralph turned to her and said,
But are you quite ready to say 'Yes'? Very well, wait a fortnight, and don't see more of him than you can help in the meantime. Now, let them send for my masseuse. There is nothing so exhausting to the aged as the emotions of young people." That evening, when Lady Everington met Geoffrey at the theatre, she took him severely to task for treachery, secrecy and decadence.
How she feared the smiling faces and the watchful eyes, from which it seemed she never could escape! Christmas was at hand, the season of pretty presents and good things to eat. Her last Christmas she had spent with Geoffrey on the Riviera. Lady Everington had been there. They had watched the pigeon shooting in the warm sunlight. They had gone to the opera in the evening Madame Butterfly!
If you plant a tree from the pot into the garden and let it grow, you cannot put it back into the pot again." "But, in this case, that is not the only reason," objected Lady Everington. "No, there are many other reasons too," the Ambassador admitted; and he rose from his sofa, indicating that the interview was at an end.
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