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Prior to devoting herself to a loveless life and the commonplaces of the stoic's tub, Miss Hugonin was compelled by the barest decency to bid her guests Godspeed. And Adèle Haggage kissed her for the first time in her life.
Woods listened in a sort of a daze. Adèle Haggage and Hugh Van Orden were conversing in low tones at one end of the table; the Colonel was eating his luncheon, silently and with a certain air of resignation; and so Billy Woods was left alone to attend and marvel. The ideas they advanced seemed to him, for the most part, sensible.
"I quite agree with you," said Mrs. Haggage, in her deep voice. Sarah Ellen Haggage is, of course, the well-known author of "Child-Labour in the South," and "The Down-Trodden Afro-American," and other notable contributions to literature.
I don't know a man living, prepared to dispute that Miss Haggage excelled Miss Hugonin in all these desirable qualities. Yet with pleasing unanimity they went mad for Margaret and had the greatest possible respect for Adèle. And, my dear Mrs. Grundy, I grant you cheerfully that this was all wrong.
But upon my word, when I think of how unreasonably, how outrageously Margaret had behaved during the entire evening, I am tempted to depose her as our heroine. I begin to regret I had not selected Adèle Haggage. She would have done admirably. For, depend upon it, she, too, had her trepidations, her white nights, her occult battles over Hugh Van Orden.
"He is as bad as Sarah Haggage," she informed him, "and everybody knows what a bloodsucker she is. The Haggage is a disease, Billy, that all rich women are exposed to 'more easily caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. Depend upon it, Billy, those two will have every penny they can get out of your uncle's money." "Peggy's so generous," he pleaded.
My heart has been fluttering, fluttering like a little bird, Billy, ever since I heard it." In testimony to this fact, Mrs. Haggage clasped a stodgy hand to an exceedingly capacious bosom, and exhibited the whites of her eyes freely. Her smile, however, remained unchanged and ample. "Er ah oh, yes! Very kind of you, I'm sure!" said Mr. Woods.
Margaret was filled with a vague alarm. But she was brave, was Margaret. "No," said she, very decidedly, "I shan't give you another cent. So you climb right over that wall and go straight back where you belong." The methods of Mr. Flinks, I regret to say, were somewhat more crude than those of Mesdames Haggage and Saumarez and Messieurs Kennaston and Jukesbury. "Cheese it!" said Mr.
It's awfully jolly of you, of course oh, awfully jolly, and I appreciate it at its true worth, I assure you. But it's a bit awkward, isn't it, that the poor girl will be practically penniless? I really don't know whom she'll turn to now." Then Billy, the diplomatist, received a surprise. "She'll come with me, of course," said Mrs. Haggage. Mr. Woods made an unfortunately inaudible observation.
Woods came upon Adèle Haggage and Hugh Van Orden, both of whom he knew, very much engrossed in one another, in a nook under the stairway. To Billy it seemed just now quite proper that every one should be in love; wasn't it after all the most pleasant condition in the world? So he greeted them with a semi-paternal smile that caused Adèle to flush a little. For she was let us say, interested in Mr.
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