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"My dear Lady Peedles" was the phrase most often heard in our rooms whenever she was present. At the theatre "my friend Lady Peedles" became a person much spoken of generally in loud tones. My own social position I found decidedly improved by reason of her ladyship's evident liking for myself. It went abroad that I was her presumptive heir. I was courted as a gentleman of expectations.
I told her I was going to leave her, and, judging the truth to be the simplest explanation, I told her the reason why. "My dear," said Mrs. Peedles, "I am only too glad to hear it. It wasn't for me to interfere, but I couldn't help seeing you were making a fool of yourself. I only hope you'll get clear off, and you may depend upon me to do all I can to help you."
Peedles, with some slight asperity; "but in my time we ladies of the legitimate stage used to look down upon dancers and such sort. Of course, no offence to you, Mrs. O'Kelly." Neither of them was in the least offended. "Sure, Mrs. Peedles, ye could never have looked down upon the Signora," the O'Kelly would answer laughing. "Ye had to lie back and look up to her.
"A fine-looking man," allowed Mrs. Peedles, "but weak weak as water." The Signora agreed that unfortunately there did exist such men: 'twas pitiful but true. "My dear," continued Mrs. Peedles, "she wasn't even a lady." The Signora expressed astonishment at the deterioration in Mr. Peedles' taste thus implied. "I won't go so far as to say we never had a difference," continued Mrs.
Peedles, as true-hearted and hard-breathing a lady as ever it had been his privilege to know. Her talent for cheery conversation was familiar to us all, upon it he need not enlarge; all he would say was that personally never did she go out of his room without leaving him more cheerful than when she entered it. After that I forget in what we drank the health of the Lady 'Ortensia.
The ceremony was already in progress. Creeping on tiptoe up the aisle, I was about to slip into an empty pew, when a hand was laid upon my sleeve. "We're all here," whispered the O'Kelly; "just room for ye." Squeezing his hand as I passed, I sat down between the Signora and Mrs. Peedles.
Peedles could say that passages she had read had struck her as distinctly not half bad. Some of the love-scenes, in particular, had made her to feel quite a girl again. How he had acquired such knowledge was not for her to say. Cries of "Naughty!" from Jarman, and "Oh, Mr. Kelver, I shall be quite afraid of you," roguishly from Miss Sellars.
Peedles became more arch, Jarman's Scotch more striking and extensive, the Lady 'Ortensia's remarks less depressingly genteel, her aitches less accentuated. Jarman rose to propose the health of the O'Kelly, coupled with that of the Signora. To the O'Kelly, in a burst of generosity, Jarman promised our united patronage.
He had been "general utility" at the Princess's the old terms were still in vogue at that time a fine figure of a man in his day, so I was given to understand, but one easily led away, especially by minxes. Mrs. Peedles spoke bitterly of general utilities as people of not much use. For working days Mrs.
But philosophers from all ages have agreed that our good deeds are the whips with which Fate punishes us for our bad. "My dear," continued Mrs. Peedles, "when Mr. Peedles left me I thought that I should never smile again. Yet here you see me laughing away through life, just as ever. You'll get over it all right." And Mrs.
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