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If, on the contrary, you watched but so much as the nervous, uncertain hand of the other woman, you would know here was one who had spent her years in alternately grasping the nettle and letting it go reaping only stings in life's fair fields. Freddy's incredulous astonishment at hearing from Haycroft the night before that Janet Levering had been 'the beauty of her family. Mrs.
'I think, she said, pausing in front of the great man and delicately offering him an opportunity to make any predilection known 'I think you know every one here. Haycroft muttered in his beard but his eyes had lit upon the new face. 'Who's that? he said; but his tone added, 'Not that it matters. 'You don't know her?
I must be anxious about those late people, after all. 'As a matter of fact you and I never have met, said Haycroft, cordially taking old Mr. Fox-Moore's hand. 'Beside you permanent officials we ephemeræ, the sport of parties 'Ah, that's all right! Mrs. Freddy's head, poised an instant on one side, seemed to say. 'Who is it? Who is late? demanded Mrs.
Even her rallying tone did not wholly reassure the poor man. 'More important? he repeated. Haycroft breathed freely. He talked for the next ten minutes about the bauble, making a humorous translation of its Latin 'posy, and describing in the same vein the service to a foreign state that had won him the recognition.
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.
'Freddy dear why, I thought he was Oh, there he is! Seeing her hungry husband safely anchored in front of the iris gown, instantly she abandoned the idea of disturbing him. 'After all, she said, turning again to Haycroft, who had stood the image of stolid unimpressionableness 'after all, Freddy's right.
But Haycroft at a party was, like so many Englishmen, as the lilies of the field. They toil not, neither do they spin. The man Vida had rescued from Mrs.
Freddy's answer had been, 'Oh, don't make fun of her! and Haycroft had had to assure her of his seriousness, while the little hostess still stared uncertain. 'The lines of her face are rather good, she admitted. 'Oh, but those yellow and pink eyes, and her general muddiness! 'Yes, yes, Sir William had agreed.
'Dick Farnborough has been complaining that since he smashed his motor all existence has become disorganized. I always feel' the hostess addressed herself to the minister and the pearls 'don't you, that one ought to stretch a point for people who have to go about in cabs? As Haycroft began a disquisition on the changes in social life initiated by the use of the motor-car, Mrs.
'I never saw you at a loss. 'You did last night. 'No, I didn't. I saw you getting on like a house afire with Haycroft and the beguiling Borrodaile. It's a pity all the decent men are married. Mrs. Fox-Moore allowed her own coffee to get cold while she hovered over the sacred rite of scientific tea-making. Mr.
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