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'Procrastination, not 'punctuality." "Thanks," I said. I could not help observing that for quite five minutes Mr. Mafferton had made no effort to overhear the conversation between Mr. Dod and Miss Portheris. It was a trifle, but life is made up of little things. "I don't believe we adorn our conversation with proverbs in America as much as we did," I continued. "I guess it takes too long.
Mafferton cast a glance of alarm at Mr. Dod and Miss Portheris, who were raptly exchanging views as to the respective merits of a cleek and a brassey shot given certain peculiar bunkers and a sandy green as if two infatuated people talking golf would have ears for anything else! "Not on any account," he said hurriedly.
"Certainly not," Mr. Mafferton replied, with slight resentment. "In our family we never run. But, of course, I will succeed my uncle in the Upper House." "Dear me!" I exclaimed. "So you will! I should think it would be simply lovely to be born a legislator. In our country it is attained by such painful degrees." It flashed upon me in a moment why Mr.
Mafferton's eye glistened with appreciation of the confidence reposed in him. "I shall be most happy," he said, "if Dod doesn't mind." But Dicky, with indecent haste, was already in the coupé. "Don't mention it, Mafferton," he said out of the window.
In the meantime they were taking him home to educate him in the duties of American citizenship. Emmeline put it to me briefly, "I'm not any Daisy Miller," she said, "and I prefer to live out of Rome." Once a year the present Lady Mafferton invites Mrs. Portheris to tea, and I know they discuss my theory of engagements in a critical spirit.
"She is so young," I said apologetically, "and besides, I don't think you could expect her to go quite away and leave us here together, you know. She would naturally have foolish ideas. She doesn't know anything about our irrevocable Past." "Why should she care?" asked Mr. Mafferton hypocritically. "Oh," I said. "I don't know, I'm sure. Only Mrs. Portheris "
Mafferton was not displeased. "Type of some Englishmen. You would not care to represent the ah, commercial classes?" "If I had been born in that station," replied Mr. Mafferton modestly, "I should be very glad to represent them. But I should not care to be a Labour candidate." "It wouldn't be very appropriate, would it?" I suggested. "But do you ever mean to run for anything, really?"
Jarvis Portheris happened to explain that the scars were very carefully given and received with an almost exclusive view to personal adornment. Mr. Mafferton appeared to have known this before; but that was an irritating way he had none of the rest of us did.
The Tower, you know, and all that." "Ah!" said Mr. Mafferton, with a distant eye upon the Campagna. It was really very difficult. "Do you remember the day we went to Madame Tussaud's?" I asked. Perhaps my intonation was a little dreamy. "I shall never forget William the Conqueror never." "Yes yes, I think I do." It was clearly an effort of memory.
Mafferton was so industrious in collecting general information. He was storing it up against the day when he would be able to make speeches, which nobody could interrupt, in the House of Lords. The conversation flagged again, and I was driven to comment upon the appearance of the little German down in the intérieur.
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