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No matter how late either Vida Levering or her half-sister had gone to bed the night before, they breakfasted, as they did so many other things, at the hour held to be most advantageous for Doris. Mr. Fox-Moore was sometimes there and often not.
Freddy saw Sir William Haycroft, the newly-made Cabinet Minister, rather pointedly making his escape from a tall, keen-looking, handsome woman wearing eye-glasses and iron-grey hair dressed commandingly. Without a qualm Mrs. Freddy abandoned Mrs. Fox-Moore to prolonged exile, in order to soothe the ruffled minister.
Must something be the matter that I venture into my own breakfast-room of a morning? 'No, no. Only I thought, as Doris didn't come, you were breakfasting upstairs, too. No notice being taken of this, she at once set about heating water, for no one expected Mr. Fox-Moore to drink tea made in the kitchen.
Fox-Moore. Vida shook her head. She herself was looking about for some one to ask. 'Isn't it queer that you and I have lived all this time in the world and have never yet been in a mixed crowd before in all our lives? never as a part of it. 'I think myself it's less strange we haven't done it before than that we're doing it now. There's the woman selling things. Let us ask her
'Not quite what I expected! said Mrs. Fox-Moore, with an unmistakable accent of disappointment. It was plainly her meaning that to a general reprehensibleness, dulness was now superadded. 'Perhaps these are not the ones, said Vida, catching at hope. Mrs. Fox-Moore took heart. 'Suppose we find out, she suggested.
Fox-Moore thought of his wife's taste, either in clothes or in amusements, he would have been more mystified than ever he had been in his life had he seen her hansom, ten minutes later, stop on the north side of Trafalgar Square, opposite the National Gallery. 'Look out and see, she said, retiring guiltily into the corner of the conveyance.
Fox-Moore gave her sister a look of miserable apprehension; but the younger woman laughed and waved a hand. She knew that, even more than the hansom, their 'get up' had given them away. It must be confessed she had felt quite as strongly as her sister that it wouldn't do to be recognized at a Suffragette meeting.
Neither of the two ladies were sufficiently posted in the nefarious goings on of the 'dreadful' progeny quite to appreciate the bystander's surprise, but they gazed with renewed interest at the delicate face. 'What can the man mean! She doesn't look Mrs. Fox-Moore hesitated.
'Perhaps she doesn't know what else to do with all that money, said the lady of the pearls. 'She hasn't got a penny piece. 'Oh, is it all his? I thought the Leverings were rather well off. 'Yes, but the money came through the second wife, Vida's mother. Oh, I hate that Fox-Moore woman! Mrs. Freddy laughed ruefully. 'And I'm sure her husband is a great deal too good for her.
A great many years before, Donald Fox-Moore had tumbled into a Government office, the affairs of which he had ultimately got into such excellent running order, that, with a few hours' supervision from the chief each week, his clerks were easily able to maintain the high reputation of that particular department of the public service. What Mr.
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