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Aunt Chatty caught sight of him, in her semi-sleeping state, at the same moment. "Dear me, Charley," his mother said, "you here? I thought you went to Mrs. Featherbrain's?" "So I did," replied Charley. "I went I saw I returned and here I am, if you and Dithy will have me for the rest of the evening." "Edith and I were very well off without you.
Featherbrain's shrill, rather silly laugh, rings out she hits him a blow with her perfumed fan. "You precocious little boy!" she says, "as if children of your age knew what their affections meant. Miss Darrell, you'll not credit it I'm sure, but this juvenile cousin of yours Charley, you told me, Miss Darrell, was your cousin was my first love actually my first!"
With Sir Victor, as Trixy explained it, she was "goody" and talked sense. Mr. Stuart went back to the ball, and, I regret to say, made himself obnoxious to old Featherbrain, by the marked empressement of his devotion to old Featherbrain's wife. Edith listened to the narration next day from the lips of Trix with surprise and disgust.
She turned dead white for a minute, then she spoke: 'I never discuss family matters with perfect strangers. Those were her words 'perfect strangers. 'I consider your question impertinent, madame, and decline to answer it. Then she turned her back upon Mrs. Featherbrain; and shouldn't I like to have seen Mrs. Featherbrain's face. Since then, she just bows frigidly to her, no more."
"And she jilted me in cold blood for Featherbrain. Since then I've been a blighted being hiding, like the Spartan chap in the story, the fox that preys on my vitals, and going through life with the hollow mockery of a smile on my lips." Again Mrs. Featherbrain's foolish little laugh peals out. She leans back, almost against him, looks up, and half whispers something very daring in French.
Stuart's flatteries, or the matronly dignity with which Mrs. Featherbrain repels them!" She turns her white shoulder deliberately upon them both, and welcomes Sir Victor with her brightest smile. "And for a rustic lassie, fresh from the fields and the daisies, it isn't so bad," is Mrs. Featherbrain's cool criticism.
"And I hope, despite Sir Victor's aristocratic attentions, Miss Darrell, you'll not forget you're engaged to me for the redowa," Charley finds a chance to murmur, sotto voce, in her ear, as he and his flirtee move on. "You see the poor child's jealous, Charley," is the Featherbrain's last remark "a victim to the green-eyed monster in his most virulent form.
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