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You'd better dine at the club." This saved Bremmil from making an excuse to get away and dine with Mrs. Hauksbee, so he was grateful, and felt small and mean at the same time which was wholesome. Bremmil left the house at five for a ride. About half-past five in the evening a large leather-covered basket came in from Phelps' for Mrs. Bremmil. It was a gorgeous dress slight mourning.
She then did her hair with her fingers, and rubbed her bonnet in the flue under the bed. I know she did, as well as if I had assisted at the orgy. Who is she? said Mrs. Hauksbee. 'Don't! said Mrs. Mallowe feebly. 'You make my head ache. I am miserable to-day. Stay me with fondants, comfort me with chocolates, for I am. Did you bring anything from Peliti's? 'Questions to begin with.
Hauksbee, who, again, had all Mrs. Mallowe's wisdom at her disposal, proud of himself and, in the end, believing in himself because he was believed in, Otis Yeere stood ready for any fortune that might befall, certain that it would be good. He would fight for his own hand, and intended that this second struggle should lead to better issue than the first helpless surrender of the bewildered 'Stunt.
He was going to marry Miss Castries, and the business was his own business. He would thank you to keep your advice to yourself. With a man in this condition, mere words only fix him in his purpose. Of course he cannot see that marriage out here does not concern the individual but the Government he serves. Do you remember Mrs. Hauksbee the most wonderful woman in India? She saved Pluffles from Mrs.
Hauksbee defiantly, rummaging for her handkerchief. 'I've been dining out the last ten nights, and rehearsing in the afternoon. You'd be tired yourself. It's only because I'm tired. Mrs. Mallowe did not offer Mrs. Hauksbee any pity or ask her to lie down, but gave her another cup of tea, and went on with the talk. 'I've been through that too, dear, she said. 'I remember, said Mrs.
It would have withered up Pluffles had it come from any other woman; but in the soft cooing style in which Mrs. Hauksbee put it, it only made him feel limp and repentant as if he had been in some superior kind of church. Little by little, very softly and pleasantly, she began taking the conceit out of Pluffles, as you take the ribs out of an umbrella before re-covering it.
What might have happened it is impossible to say. This lamentable thing befell, bred directly by a statement of Mrs. Hauksbee that she would spend the next season in Darjiling. 'Are you certain of that? said Otis Yeere. 'Quite. We're writing about a house now. Otis Yeere 'stopped dead, as Mrs. Hauksbee put it in discussing the relapse with Mrs. Mallowe.
'I know nothing of illness, said Mrs. Hauksbee to the Doctor. 'Only tell me what to do, and I'll do it. 'Keep that crazy woman from kissing the child, and let her have as little to do with the nursing as you possibly can, said the Doctor; 'I'd turn her out of the sick-room, but that I honestly believe she'd die of anxiety. She is less than no good, and I depend on you and the ayahs, remember.
Hauksbee, a gleam of fun on her face. 'In '84, wasn't it? You went out a great deal less next season. Mrs. Mallowe smiled in a superior and Sphinx-like fashion. 'I became an Influence, said she. 'Good gracious, child, you didn't join the Theosophists and kiss Buddha's big toe, did you?
Hauksbee acted otherwise, and won his confidence, till he mentioned his engagement to the girl at Home, speaking of it in a high and mighty way as a "piece of boyish folly." This was when he was taking tea with her one afternoon, and discoursing in what he considered a gay and fascinating style. Mrs.
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