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"Good morning, Madam," said Hoopdriver, as Jessie came into the breakfast room of the Golden Pheasant on Monday morning, and he smiled, bowed, rubbed his hands together, and pulled out a chair for her, and rubbed his hands again. She stopped abruptly, with a puzzled expression on her face. "Where HAVE I seen that before?" she said. "The chair?" said Hoopdriver, flushing. "No the attitude."
Hoopdriver and his companion stood side by side. A still odder thing followed; the lady in grey took out her handkerchief, appeared to wave it for a moment, and then at a hasty motion from her companion the white signal vanished. "Surely," said Jessie, peering under her hand. "It's never " The tandem tricycle began to ascend the hill, quartering elaborately from side to side to ease the ascent.
"Petticoated anachronism," said the long clergyman in the doorway, apparently still suffering from the antiquated prejudice that demanded a third wheel and a black coat from a clerical rider. He looked at Phipps and Hoopdriver for a moment, then extending his hand towards the latter, he waved it up and down three times, saying, "Tchak, tchak, tchak," very deliberately as he did so.
The smoking of a cigarette converted Hoopdriver's hero into something entirely worldly, subtly rakish, with a humorous twinkle in the eye and some gallant sinning in the background. You should have seen Mr. Hoopdriver promenading the brilliant gardens at Earl's Court on an early-closing night. His meaning glances!
Talk of brigands Up and off! How juiced SOLD he must be feeling It was a shave too in the coach yard!" Suddenly he became silent. Abruptly his eyebrows rose and his jaw fell. "I sa-a-ay!" said Mr. Hoopdriver. He had never thought of it before. Perhaps you will understand the whirl he had been in overnight. But one sees things clearer in the daylight.
"How dare you resist my passage?" and so swept by him and into the dining-room, wherein Jessie had sought refuge. As Mr. Hoopdriver struggled for equilibrium with the umbrella-stand, Dangle and Phipps, roused from their inertia by Miss Mergle's activity, came in upon her heels, Phipps leading. "How dare you prevent that lady passing?" said Phipps. Mr.
"I don't think I ever met a lion-killer before," she remarked, evidently with a heightened opinion of him. There was a pause. She seemed meditating further questions. Mr. Hoopdriver drew his watch hastily. "I say," said Mr. Hoopdriver, showing it to her, "don't you think we ought to be getting on?" His face was flushed, his ears bright red. She ascribed his confusion to modesty.
"South Africa," she said. "I strongly incline to South Africa." "South Africa's quite a large place," he said. "But South Africa is right?" "You're warm," said Hoopdriver, "anyhow," and the while his imagination was eagerly exploring this new province. "South Africa IS right?" she insisted. He turned over again and nodded, smiling reassuringly into her eyes.
Then one desperate spurt, and they found themselves upon a steady downhill stretch among thick pine woods. Downhill nothing can beat a highly geared tandem bicycle. Automatically Mr. Hoopdriver put up his feet, and Jessie slackened her pace. In another moment they heard the swish of the fat pneumatics behind them, and the tandem passed Hoopdriver and drew alongside Jessie.
"I'm hanged if I haven't been and stolen a blessed bicycle." "Who cares?" said Mr. Hoopdriver, presently, and his face supplied the answer. Then he thought of the Young Lady in Grey again, and tried to put a more heroic complexion on the business. Everything had seemed exceptionally fine and brilliant, but quite natural, the evening before. Mr.
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