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Updated: June 22, 2025
As I walked home through the Park, I met Miss Dolly and Mickleham. They stopped. I walked on. Mickleham seized me by the coat tails. "Do you mean to cut us?" he cried. "Yes," said I. "Why, what the deuce? " he began. "I've seen your mother," said I. "I wish, Mickleham, that when you do happen to intrude as you did the other day, you wouldn't repeat what you see." "Lord!" he cried.
It is not very often that it falls to my humble lot to startle Lady Mickleham out of her composure. But at this point she sat up quite straight in her chair; her cheek flushed, and her eyelids ceased to droop in indolent insouciance. "Mrs. Hilary!" she said. "What has Mrs. Hilary ? "I really thought you understood," said I, "the object of my experiment." Dolly glanced at me.
"It explains itself," said I, and I proceeded: "The fact of her receiving a remark with disapprobation does not necessarily mean that it causes her displeasure, nor must it be assumed that she did not expect a visitor merely on the ground that she greets him with surprise." Here I observed Lady Mickleham looking at me rather suspiciously. "I don't think that's quite nice of you, Mr.
"It would be extremely interesting to read them," I observed. "Oh! but they're quite confidential," said Dolly. "That's part of the fun." "I don't appreciate that part," said I. "Perhaps you will when you've written yours," suggested Lady Mickleham. "Meanwhile, mayn't I see the Dowager's?" "Well, I'll show you a little bit of the Dowager's.
"Well, what are you going to say?" she asked. I laughed, as I answered: "Why, I was the man with Lady Mickleham when your friend and Berry inter when they arrived, you know." Well, I should have thought I should still think that she would have been pleased relieved, you know, to find her uncharitable opinion erroneous, and pleased to have it altered on the best authority.
"Her husband," I rejoined, "is nothing at all." Dolly, receiving this answer, looked at me with a pathetic air. "It's not quite fair," she observed. "Do you know what I'm thinking about, Mr. Carter?" "Certainly I do, Lady Mickleham. You are thinking that you would like to meet me for the first time." "Not at all. I was thinking that it would be amusing if you met me for the first time."
"No, really," said Dolly. "Yet you promised to be sincere." "You would not have had me disagreeable?" I asked. "That's a different thing," said Dolly. "Read it, please." "Lady Mickleham," I read, "is usually accounted a person of considerable attractions. She is widely popular, and more than one woman has been known to like her." "I don't quite understand that," interrupted Dolly.
Somehow this restored my good humor. I rose and stood with my back to the fire, stretching myself and sighing luxuriously. Dolly leant back in her chair and laughed at me. "Do you expect to be forgiven?" she asked. "No, no," said I; "I had too good an excuse." "I wish I'd been there at the reception, I mean." "I'm extremely glad you weren't, Lady Mickleham. As it was I forgot all my troubles."
"You're in no danger of it," I hastened to assure her. "How should you describe me, then?" she asked, leaning forward, with a smile. "I should describe you, Lady Mickleham," I replied discreetly, "as being a little lower than the angels." Dolly's smile was almost a laugh as she asked: "How much lower, please, Mr. Carter?" "Just by the depth of your dimples," said I thoughtlessly.
It's quite a long drive, a horrible long drive, Mr. Carter." I stood for a moment considering this proposal. "I don't think," said I, "that it would be proper." "Why, Archie suggested it! You're making an excuse. You know you are!" and Lady Mickleham looked very indignant. "As if," she added scornfully, "you cared about what was proper!"
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