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Updated: June 2, 2025
But when you looked at his immovable countenance and his correct iron-gray whiskers, you understood at once that this was a man who knew what he was doing, and never neglected a detail of his duty. Mrs. Warden passed through the little garden in front of the house, and entered the garden-room.
Something in Malcolm's tone in the expression of his dark eyes confirmed this impression, and in spite of her stateliness and thirty years the second Miss Templeton felt a little shy. "We have not seen the garden-room yet," she said hastily, and then she led the way downstairs.
As soon as Miss Mapp had gained her garden-room, she examined the mysterious treasures in her left-hand glove. But what on earth was she doing that for? For what garish purpose could she want to use bunches of roses cut out of chintz curtains?
"There's his house," she said, as they paused at the dentist's corner, "and there's mine next it, with the little bow-window of my garden-room looking out on to the street. I hope to welcome you there, dear Contessa, for a tiny game of bridge and some tea one of these days very soon. What day do you think? To-morrow?" "My flirt!" she said. "Perhaps I may be having tea with my flirt to-morrow."
But before leaving the garden-room she practised several faces at the looking-glass opposite the door, which should suitably express, if she met anybody to whom the cause of the challenge was likely to have spread, the bewildering emotion which the unwilling cause of it must feel.
"There are several who'd be surprised to hear you say that, Major," said Puffin archly. "Well, well," said the other, strutting and swelling, and walking without a sign of lameness.... They had come to where their houses stood opposite each other on the steep cobbled street, fronted at its top end by Miss Mapp's garden-room.
What in heaven is that?" It was McGuffog whose great bellow resounded down the corridor. Sir Archie turned and shuffled back, to be met by a distressing spectacle. The lamp, burning as peacefully as it might have burned on an old lady's tea-table, revealed the window of the garden-room driven bodily inward, shutters and all, and now forming an inclined bridge over Dougal's ineffectual tubs.
She and her brother had lived together, alone since their mother's death, and in their mutual devotion have been well compared to Charles Lamb and his sister. "We spent a delightful evening in the garden-room in quiet, cheerful talk. In society Mr.
"How he can! Rather a snob. M.B.E. She's always popping in here. Saw her yesterday going round the corner of the street." "What time, dear?" asked Elizabeth, nosing the scent. "Middle of the morning." "And I saw her in the afternoon," said Elizabeth. "That great lumbering Rolls-Royce went tacking and skidding round the corner below my garden-room." "Was she in it?" asked Diva.
A council in whispers was held in the garden-room. "Nobody must show a light," Heritage observed. "It mustn't be known that we're here. Only the Princess will have a lamp. Yes" this in answer to Dickson "she knows that we're coming you too. We'll hunt for quarters later upstairs. You scouts, you must picket every possible entrance.
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