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On the contrary, it was only by the promptest work in getting her handkerchief into her mouth that she avoided laughing out loud. The two of them alone in the room and his Silence sign gazing at her like a pasteboard Gorgon! Fifi became more than ever interested in Mr. Queed.
As soon as I heard of his death, I called up Eunice, but, as I said, she wasn't cordial at all. Then I was busy with my own guests after that last night and this morning well, I'm really hardly awake yet!" Fifi rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand a childish gesture, and daintily smothered a slight yawn.
She sat upright, tensely quiet, and thought over all Fifi had said all she had threatened. "It would have been far better," Eunice told herself, "for my cause if I had held her friendship. And I could have done it, easily but Fifi's friendship would be worse than her enmity!" When Mason Elliott came, Detective Driscoll was with him.
It was on the tip of Queed's tongue to remind Miss Weyland that, in the case of Fifi, she had taken the ground that the dead did know what was going on upon earth. But he did not do so. The proud way in which she spoke of my father threw another thought uppermost in his mind.
"You and I, Aunt Abby, know what our dear Eunice's temper is " "Don't you 'Aunt Abby' me, you good-for-nothing little piece! I am surprised Eunice allows you in this house!" "Now, now if Eunice doesn't want me, I'll get out and jolly well glad to do so! How about it, Eunice? I came here to help, but if I'm not wanted out goes little Fifi!"
To pass over it, and to bring the conversation to an immediate close, he rapped the open book austerely with his pencil. "We must proceed with the difficulties. Let me hear you try the passage. Come! Quam ob rem, Quirites...." The nine o'clock difficulties proceeded with, and duly cleared up, Fifi did not stay for the second, or 9.45, interlude.
But since her trouble, Mrs, Embury has thrown me over has discarded me utterly I'm so sorry!" Fifi daintily touched her eyes with a tiny square of monogrammed linen, and Fibsy said, gravely, "Careful, there; don't dab your eyelashes too hard!" "What!" Mrs, Desternay could scarcely believe her ears. "Honest, you'd better look out. It's coming off now."
Klinker had offered him this material, Klinker had advised him to write an editorial about it, Klinker had pointed out for him, in almost a superior way, just where the trouble lay. Nor was this all. Of late everybody seemed to be giving him advice. Only the other week it was Fifi; and that same day, the young lady Charles Weyland.
In fact, his promise to give an hour a day to exercise lay on his heart like lead, and the lumps on his eye, large though they were, did not in the least represent the dimensions of the fall he had received at the hands of Mr. Pat. Fifi was looking a little more fragile than when we saw her last, a little more thin-cheeked, a shade more ethereal-eyed.
As soon as their glasses were empty they filled them again, with a gesture of resigned weariness, but Mademoiselle Fifi emptied his every minute, and a soldier immediately gave him another.
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