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"You said that his hours were not respectable hours, and that he didn't tell all he knew, and and oh, I can't remember all you said, Mrs. Mangenborn, nor does it matter in the least! Pray, why should he tell all he knows? It's no lady's business what he knows! For that matter, do you tell all you know?
Mangenborn, but it was entirely lost on that lady, for with the very next breath she said bluntly: "Why don't you ask him?" Miss Husted set her lips firmly together, and this movement might have warned a less obtuse person. "Why don't you ask him?" repeated Mrs. Mangenborn. "Because," replied Miss Husted, with more temper than she had ever exhibited before to her friend, "because, Mrs.
"Oh, Miss Husted, Miss Husted, how can you say such a thing! Did I besmirch even a particle of his character? Just prove your words, please; did I, did I?" Mrs. Mangenborn now came slightly closer to Miss Husted and for a moment it looked as though there would be a personal altercation between the two ladies.
Mangenborn, who saw that she had gone a little too far. "I merely said that it was your duty, and so it is! People should always do their duty," she added somewhat vaguely. "I trust I know my duty, Mrs. Mangenborn," said Miss Husted severely, "nor do I require to be put in the path of my duty by anybody, be it he, or be it she, be it transient, or be it permanent." This was a direct shot and Mrs.
Mangenborn, it's none of my business!" There was a slight pause. "Not wishing to give you a short answer, my dear," supplemented Miss Husted, sorry that she had been compelled to take extreme measures to stay her friend's curiosity. To her utter surprise Mrs. Mangenborn still persisted. "Well, it is your business, in a sense," went on that lady.
He pinched Jenny's cheek; he joked with Miss Husted; he smiled at Thurza, and he even ventured a few remarks to Mrs. Mangenborn, whom he cordially disliked. Every one present thought that Von Barwig was as happy as could be. That night, after he had closed the door of his room he sighed deeply and looked out of his window into the street at the blinking lamplights.
Mangenborn, do come and see the professor with his evening clothes on, he looks a perfect picture!" Von Barwig was compelled to leave an hour before the time appointed for the dinner, in order to escape from the congratulations of his friends. That night, for the first time in his life, he begged for a position.
Mangenborn, they had a hip, hip hurray of a time. The dear professor was just as jolly as he could be. Even Poons was tolerable, although she would not for worlds sit next to him at the table. It was simply impossible for her to describe the dinner in detail, but how Fico swallowed the spaghetti without losing it down his shirt front was a mystery.
That Steinway grand the professor's got, did he hire it or buy it? A man's got to have money to support one of those instruments," went on Mrs. Mangenborn. "I don't know," replied Miss Husted, who could not help thinking that her friend had a somewhat mercenary mind. "No one's been to see him, so he hasn't got it for his friends; his violin has a beautiful sound. Mr.
"I don't know what to think! The professor was just oh, he was well, we had a great time. There's something about Bohemia that appeals to my innermost nature. Give me a Bohemian dinner every time!" she said, when she had spoken her final word on the subject. "He must have money in the bank," commented Mrs. Mangenborn. Miss Husted shook her head. "I don't think so," she said.
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