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"He met her at some promiscuous party I asked him about it afterwards. She's not a person" my hostess was confident "whom he could ever think of seriously." "That's exactly what I believe." "You don't observe you know you imagine," Mrs. Nettlepoint continued to argue. "How do you reconcile her laying a trap for Jasper with her going out to Liverpool on an errand of love?"
Nettlepoint had daughters herself and would easily understand. Very likely she'd even look after Grace a little on the other side, in such a queer situation, going out alone to the gentleman she was engaged to: she'd just help her, like a good Samaritan, to turn round before she was married. Mr.
Now of course I knew why she had asked me if I should recognise him; she had delegated to me mentally a certain pleasant office. I gave Mrs. Peck and Mrs. Gotch a wide berth I couldn't talk to them. I could, or at least I did a little, to Mrs. Nettlepoint, but with too many reserves for comfort on either side, for I foresaw that it would not in the least do now to mention Jasper to her.
'My dear friend, do you suppose that if she did he would tell you? 'That's just what he says. But he says she didn't. 'And do you consider the statement valuable? I asked, laughing out. 'You had better ask Miss Gracie herself. Mrs. Nettlepoint stared. 'I couldn't do that. 'Incomparable friend, I am only joking. What does it signify now? 'I thought you thought everything signified.
I bent forward an instant, but even then I saw very little more; that scarcely mattered however, as I easily concluded that the persons tucked away in so snug a corner were Jasper Nettlepoint and Mr. Porterfield's intended. Tucked away was the odious right expression, and I deplored the fact so betrayed for the pitiful bad taste in it.
The tone of these words was strange, but I hadn't much time to reflect upon it, for turning round at that moment I saw Jasper Nettlepoint come toward us. He was still distant by the expanse of the white deck, and I couldn't help taking him in from head to foot as he drew nearer.
It was doubtless not singular that the ladies from Merrimac Avenue should not feel that they were importunate: what was striking was that Mrs. Nettlepoint did not appear to suspect it. However, she would in any case have thought it inhuman to show that though I could see that under the surface she was amused at everything the lady from the South End took for granted.
Nettlepoint came in, accompanied by candles and by a tray laden with glasses of coloured fluid which emitted a cool tinkling, I was in a position to officiate as master of the ceremonies, to introduce Mrs. Mavis and Miss Grace Mavis, to represent that Mrs. Allen had recommended them nay, had urged them just to come that way, informally and without fear; Mrs.
I don't admire the sea at all what is it but a magnified water-tank? I shan't come up again. 'I have an idea she'll stay in her cabin now, I said. 'She tells me she has one to herself. Mrs. Nettlepoint replied that she might do as she liked, and I repeated to her the little conversation I had had with Jasper. She listened with interest, but 'Marry her? mercy! she exclaimed.
I bent forward an instant, but even then I saw very little more; that scarcely mattered, however, for I took for granted on the spot that the persons concealed in so snug a corner were Jasper Nettlepoint and Mr. Porterfield's intended. Concealed was the word, and I thought it a real pity; there was bad taste in it.
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