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Fox-Moore: 'A small and inoffensive pillar of the Upper House is in the act of being abolished. 'What, is she talking politics? She never favours me with her views, said Fox-Moore, with his chimpanzee smile. When Borrodaile had said good-bye, Vida followed him to the top of the stairs. 'It's rather on my mind that I I've not been very nice to you. "I would not hear thine enemy say so."
'They're looking this way. Don't turn round. Come, come. With a surprising alacrity and skill Mrs. Fox-Moore made her way out of the throng. Vida, following, yet looking back, heard 'Now, I want you men to give a fair hearing to a woman who 'Vida, don't look! Mercifully, they're too much amused to notice us.
I'm going home! 'Yes, yes. Let's get away from this terrible female. I suppose they keep back the best speakers for the last. The two ladies turned, and began to edge their way out of the tightly packed mass of humanity. 'It's rather a pity, too, said Mrs. Fox-Moore, looking back, 'for this is the only chance we'll ever have. I did want to hear what the skilly was.
The wearer of the incriminatory hat, acting upon some quite unanalyzed instinct to range herself unmistakably on the side of law and order, paused as they were passing the two policemen and addressed them with dignity. 'Is it safe to stop and listen for a few minutes to these people? The men looked at Mrs. Fox-Moore with obvious suspicion. 'I cawn't say, said the one nearest.
Fox-Moore, forgetting some of her reluctance now that she was on the spot, valiantly followed Vida as the younger woman threaded her way among the constantly increasing crowd. Just in front of where the two came to a final standstill was a quiet-looking old man with a lot of unsold Sunday papers under one arm and wearing like an apron the bill of the Sunday Times.
'I never saw you at a loss. 'You did last night. 'No, I didn't. I saw you getting on like a house afire with Haycroft and the beguiling Borrodaile. It's a pity all the decent men are married. Mrs. Fox-Moore allowed her own coffee to get cold while she hovered over the sacred rite of scientific tea-making. Mr.
But as she did so she met the innocent eye of a passer-by, tired of craning his neck to look back at the meeting. With precipitation Mrs. Fox-Moore withdrew into the innermost recesses of the black shell. 'Come, Janet, said Vida, who had meanwhile jumped out and settled the fare. 'Did that man know us? asked the other, lifting up the flap from the back window of the hansom and peering out.
'Yes, and about the dog-whip. 'Skilly! Sounds as if it might be what she hit the policeman with. Mrs. Fox-Moore was again pausing to look back. 'That gyrating female is more what I expected them all to be. 'Yes; but just listen to that. 'To what? 'Why, the way they're applauding her. 'Yes, they positively revel in the creature! It was a long, tiresome business this worming their way out.
Janet Fox-Moore gave the impression of being too chilled, too drained of the generous life-forces, even for anger. 'Besides, said Vida, hurriedly, 'I'd nearly forgotten; there's the final practising at eleven. 'I'd forgotten your charity concert was so near! As Mrs. Fox-Moore gathered up her letters, she gave way for the first time to a wintry little smile.
From a small Tuscan straw travelling-toque, the new maid, greatly wondering at such instructions, had extracted an old paste buckle and some violets, leaving it 'not fit to be seen. In spite of having herself taken these precautions, Vida had broken into uncontrollable smiles at the apparition of Mrs. Fox-Moore, asking with pride 'Will I do? I look quite like a Woman of the People, don't I?
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