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He was dimly conscious that dinner was announced, and that amidst a babel of tongues he was being led by, or was leading, Lady Durwent into the dining-room. He heard the resolutionist and Dunckley both talking at once, and felt the melancholy languor of Pyford floating like incense through the air.
But we who are not so comment dirai-je? so self-complete must rely on frivolous things like una buona cena. 'Don't believe in 'em, reiterated the resolutionist; 'three regular' 'Ah, c'est mauvais, gesticulated Madame Carlotti, who alternated between Italian and French phrases in London, and kept her best English for the Continent. 'Mr.
'Over there, he smiled, 'it is customary to take evidence before giving a verdict. 'Good, boomed the resolutionist; 'very good! 'Then, said Lady Durwent, 'we seven shall constitute a jury. 'Order! Johnston Smyth rose to his feet and hammered the table with a bottle. 'Oyez, oyez, you hereby swear that you shall well and truly try'
H. Stackton Dunckley had held the resolutionist in a duel of language a combat with broadswords and honours were fairly even. The short-sleeved Johnston Smyth had waged futurist warfare against the modernist Pyford, while the Honourable Miss Durwent sat helplessly between them, with as little chance of asserting her rights as the Dormouse at the Mad Hatter's tea-party.
The resolutionist swept into the room clothed in black disorder, much as if she had started to dress in a fit of temper and had been overtaken by a gale. She knew Madame Carlotti. She did not know Mr. Norton Pyford, the Norton Pyford. She was glad to know him.
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