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Shiffney seldom entertained on a very large scale. "One bore, or one frump, can ruin a party," was a favorite saying of hers. But even she, now and then, condescended to "clear people off." Charmian realized that Adelaide was making a clearance to-night. Since her marriage with Claude she had not been invited to No. 14 B Mrs. Shiffney's number in the Square before.
He was most universal and particular. He liked O. Henry. George Moore was a cad and a four flusher. Edgar Saltus' Anatomy of Negation was profounder than Kant. Maeterlinck was a mystic frump. Emerson was a charlatan. Ibsen's Ghosts was the stuff, though Ibsen was a bourgeois lickspittler. Heine was the real goods.
"I had hoped you could stay longer; for I feel that you are a true friend, and I can confide my sorrows to you," murmured the old gentleman, taking his guest fondly by the hand. But Marcus, fortified by another significant look from Mrs. Frump, declared that business was imperative, and he must go. He would call to-morrow, without fail, and hoped to find his friend as cheerful as a cricket.
He nodded, to signify that he knew something of them, and felt forearmed, from that moment, against the charms of Mrs. Frump. Mrs. Frump told Miss Whedell that she thanked her very much for the compliment, and laughed so prettily, that Fayette Overtop determined to apply some of his grand tests for the discovery of sensible women.
What its significance might prove likely to be when she faced it, she had not known, it is true. But this was different from from anything. As they walked up the sun-dappled avenue she kept glancing aside at Rosy, and endeavouring to draw useful conclusions. The poor girl's air of being a plain, insignificant frump, long past youth, struck an extraordinary and, for the time, unexplainable note.
From the first adjective Matthew recoiled; though he tried to justify the propriety of the second by a laugh. "And I like you hang me if I don't!" said Mr. Frump, with California bluntness, "because you're fat and jolly. But here's wifey, and I know she wants to say somethin' to you." "So I do," said Mrs. Frump. "My head was so full of business to-day, that I had quite forgotten it.
I've seed her very often this way before." Mr. Frump's prediction was verified; for his lips had scarcely closed on the words, when Mrs. Frump opened her eyes, and feebly said, "Is it a dream?" "No, Gusty," replied the composed Amos; "it is a husband come back from Californy, with fifty thousand dollars." "It is it is my own 'husband's voice!" cried Mrs.
Bowen the whole evening; it would be too conspicuous; he devolved from frump to frump; he bored himself; he yawned in his passage from one of these mothers or fathers to another. The hours passed; it was two o'clock; Imogene was going out to the supper-room again. He was taking out his watch. She saw him, and "Oh, don't!" she cried, laughing, as she passed.
Looking at the shaggy face by a variety of lights, he soon came to recognize it as that of his niece's husband, whom he had seen a few times on his yearly visits to the country, before his farming brother, Nicholas Van Quintem, father of Mrs. Frump, had died. "From the way Gusty hangs to you, I judge you are no ghost," said old Van Quintem, when he had partly recovered his senses.
"But I've promised for you!" expostulated his wife. "And he admires you so." "Bosh! You women can gad about as much as you please, but I'm in wrong when it comes to eating sponge-cake and knuckling my knees under a dinky willow table. And then he always has some frump...." "Frump!" repeated Nora, delighted. "Frump inspecting me through a pair of eye-glasses as if I was a new kind of an animal.
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