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Your attitude towards her human limitations will be modified, and the general mass of misunderstanding between sex and sex will tend to diminish. I pass to another aspect of Mr. Omicron's private reflections consequent upon Mrs. Omicron's dreadful failure of tact in asking him about the ring after the mutton had proved to be underdone and the coffee to be inadequate.
The subject was dropped. It had endured about ten seconds. But those ten seconds marked an epoch in Omicron's career as a husband and he knew it not. He knew it not, but the whole of his conjugal future had hung evenly in the balance during those ten seconds, and then slid slightly but definitely to the wrong side. Of course, there was more in the affair than appeared on the surface.
Omicron's office, as your aroused imagination will tell you. Mrs. Omicron's parlourmaid's duster fails to make contact with one small portion of the hall-table. Mr. Omicron walks in, and his godlike glance drops instantly on the dusty place, and Mr. Omicron ejaculates sardonically: "H'm! Four women in the house, and they can't even keep the hall-table respectable!" Mr.
Omicron would smile in tranquillity at the contretemps, and say to herself: "Never mind, I shall pay the late-posting fee that will give me an extra forty minutes." You say that, Mr. Omicron, about your letters, when you happen to have taken three hours for lunch and your dictation of correspondence is thereby postponed. Only there is no late-posting fee in Mrs. Omicron's world. If Mrs.
And, if you have ever entered a necktie-shop and been dazzled by the spectacle of a fine necktie into "hanging expense" if you have been through this wondrous experience, your imagination, duly prodded, will enable you to put yourself into Mrs. Omicron's place when she mentions the subject of rings. "Titivating herself?" Good heavens, she is helping the very earth to revolve!
Frank desired to be civil, but he had no idea of beating unnecessarily about the bush on such an occasion as this. "It's by Sir Omicron's advice, Dr Fillgrave. You see, this man here" and he nodded his head towards the doctor's house, being still anxious not to pronounce the hideous name "has known my mother's constitution for so many years." "Oh, Mr Gresham; of course, if it is wished."
She had done nothing to spread abroad among the public of Hadley that fiction as to Sir Omicron's opinion which her lord had been sedulous to disseminate in London. She had said very little about herself, but she had at any rate said nothing false. Nor had she acted falsely; or so as to give false impressions.
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