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We three went to the theatre and lunch and so forth a few times; and when I left for Paris she turned up on the way: that's when you met her. Couple of days later, Sneyd came over, and he and the Countess introduced me to dear ole friend Pedlow. So you see, I don't rightly even know who any of 'em really are: just took 'em for granted, as it were.
He distributed some of the small towers of ivory counters and made a memorandum in a notebook. "There's four hundred apiece." "That all?" inquired Mellin, whereupon Mr. Pedlow uproariously repeated Madame de Vaurigard's alleged tribute.
"Bravo!" she cried. "You see? Corni and I, we win." "Look at their faces!" said Mr. Pedlow, tactlessly drawing attention to what was, for the moment, an undeniably painful sight. "Don't tell me an Italian knows how to make a good Martini!"
"Make it four more, Tommy," said Pedlow. "And here," continued this thoughtful man, "I don't go bandying no ladies' names around a bar-room that ain't my style but I do want to propose a toast. I won't name her, but you all know who I mean." "Sure we do," interjected Cooley warmly. "Queen! That's what she is." "Here's to her," continued Mr. Pedlow.
This also pleased both of them, though each would have preferred to be her only wicked boy a preference which, perhaps, had something to do with the later events of the evening. "Aha! I know you both; before twenty minute' you will be makin' love to Lady Mount-Rhyswicke. Behol' those two already! An' they are only ole frien's." She pointed to Pedlow and Sneyd.
"I left a silver cigarette-case at the apartment last night, and after talkin' to Cornish a while ago, I sent my man for it with a note to her that'll make 'em all sit up and take some notice. The gang's all there together, you can be sure. I asked for Sneyd and Pedlow in the office and found they'd gone out early this morning leavin' word they wouldn't be back till midnight.
I ask Monsieur Mellin if it is not good." "And I'll leave it to Cooley," said Pedlow. "If he can drink all of his I'll eat crow!" Thus challenged, the two young men smilingly accepted glasses from the waiter, and lifted them on high. "Same toast," said Cooley. "Queen!" "A la belle Marquise!" Gallantly they drained the glasses at a gulp, and Madame de Vaurigard clapped her hands.
"There's a man behind you tryin' to give you something to drink." "Who was it said these were Martinis?" snorted Pedlow. "They've got perfumery in 'em." "Ah, what a bad lion it is!" Madame de Vaurigard lifted both hands in mock horror. "Roar, lion, roar!" she cried. "An' think of the emotion of our good Cavaliere Corni, who have come an hour early jus' to make them for us!
Nobody can go against the kind of luck you had that night; and you took it away from Sneyd and me in rolls. But we'll land you pretty soon, won't we, ole Sneydie?" "We sh'll have a shawt at him, at least," said the Englishman. "Perhaps he won't want us to try," young Cooley pursued derisively. "Perhaps he thinks I play like a goat, too!" Mr. Pedlow threw back his head and roared.
"Did you notice him call me with a pair of tens? And me queen-high!" Mellin drained a deep glass in honor of himself. "On my soul, Chan' Pedlow, I think you're the bes' fellow in the whole world," he said gratefully. "Only trouble with you you don't want to play high enough."
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