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Willoughby was a coquette just like the rest of her trivial sex no better, indeed, than the girl at his side, whose first anxiety was not as to whether Mallinson was seriously ill, but why he wrote the information to Mrs. Willoughby. He felt that Mrs. Willoughby had no right to trifle with Mallinson. The poor fellow had already suffered his full share of that kind of experience.
Mallinson, however, never touched port; nothing but the lightest of French burgundies after dinner for him. The party withdrew to the smoking-room. 'By the way, Drake, asked Mallinson, 'have you anything to do to-night? 'No, why? 'I was asked to take you to a sort of party. Conway looked up sharply in surprise. 'You were asked to take me! exclaimed Drake. 'Who asked you?
He drew Mallinson aside as they passed through the hall. 'You seem to see a good deal of Mrs. Willoughby? 'Yes, we generally pair off together. Fielding dropped plump among the coarse sensations of the ordinary human. He wanted to kick Mallinson, and to kick him hard.
At dinner on the following Friday Mallinson was confronted by Conway and had Mrs. Willoughby upon his right. Mallinson liked Mrs. Willoughby, the widow of the black hair and blue eyes, now in the mauve stage of widowhood. She drew him out of the secretiveness within which he habitually barred himself, and he felt thankful to her for his prisoner's hour of mid-day airing. Mrs.
'She wanted more quiet than one can get in London. Fielding noticed, however, that Clapham quiet had not materially benefited Mrs. Mallinson. He commented on her worn appearance to Mrs. Willoughby, when they were seated at the dinner-table. 'She has been staying, she tells me, with her husband's people, replied Mrs. Willoughby. 'I fancy she finds them trying.
Drake wrote a note to her address asking her to spare him a few moments when she came south, and receiving a cordial assent with the statement of the most favourable hour, walked across one evening to Knightsbridge. Mrs. Willoughby remarked a certain constraint in his manner, and awaited tentacle questions concerning Sidney Mallinson and Clarice. She said: 'You look well.
"I'll tell you the three greatest things that were ever written in the whole of literature," Cruttendon burst out. "'Hang there like fruit my soul." he began. ... "Don't listen to a man who don't like Velasquez," said Mallinson. "Adolphe, don't give Mr. Mallinson any more wine," said Cruttendon. "Fair play, fair play," said Jacob judicially. "Let a man get drunk if he likes.
'Of course, he said, 'you would never repeat what I told you about Gorley. I forgot to mention that. Mallinson flushed. 'Of course not, he said awkwardly. Fielding turned on him quickly. 'Then what made you tell Miss Le Mesurier? Mallinson was too taken aback to deny the accusation. 'Oh, Miss Le Mesurier, he replied, 'knew already. 'She knew? Who told her? 'Drake.
He had no mental picture of the girl to fix her within his view; he knew not, in fact, whether she was girl or woman. She was to him just an abstraction, and Drake was seldom inclined for the study of abstractions. His curiosity might, perhaps, have been stronger had Mallinson related to him the way in which he had been received at the house of the Le Mesuriers after his dinner with Drake.
Miss Le Mesurier's lips curled at the despicable phrase, but she blamed Mrs. Willoughby for the fact which it described, not Sidney Mallinson. His attitude she could understand, and make allowance for; it had been a despairing act prompted by an instinct of self-preservation to rid himself of the hopeless thought of her. An unsuccessful act too, for the poor fellow had broken down.
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