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Spargo, regardless of the fact that his fingers were liberally ornamented with butter, lifted a hand and rubbed his always untidy hair. Then he ate more tea-cake and gulped more tea. "Look here!" he said suddenly. "I'm no great hand at talking.
A diversion was at last afforded by Mrs. Hoopington's fox-terrier, which had jumped on to a vacant chair, the better to survey the delicacies of the table, and was now sniffing in an upward direction at something apparently more interesting than cold tea-cake.
"Didn't I?" she said, smiling. He groaned, and took another piece of tea-cake. "My own family at least, don't you think, might omit that?" "H'm, sir So you didn't believe a word of your own speeches?" said Lady Tranmore, as she stood behind him and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "Well, who does?" He looked up gayly and kissed the tips of her fingers.
Winnington, Delia's guardian, disapproved of the lady she had brought with her, why, he could not recollect. This vague sense of something "naughty" and abnormal gave a certain tremor to his manner as he stood beside Gertrude Marvell, shifting from one foot to the other, and nervously plying her with tea-cake. Miss Marvell's dark eyes meanwhile glanced round the room, taking in everybody.
"No. He's too busy. Besides, he never comes when father isn't here." "Oh dear no, he doesn't think it proper. It's odd," said Miss Palliser, looking down at her tea-cake with an air of profound philosophic reflection. "You can't ask your cousin to stay with you, because it's improper; but it isn't improper to sit up making catalogues with young Mr. Thing-um-a-jig till all hours of the night."
"Not at all! But I wish to develop my muscles. That's why I do Swedish exercises every morning. It's ridiculous how flabby girls are. There isn't a girl in my lecture I can't put down. If you like, I'll teach you my exercises," said Nora, her mouth full of tea-cake, and her expression half friendly, half patronising. Connie Bledlow did not immediately reply.
He found Dolly there alone, in a very stately and self-possessed mood. 'You can bring up tea here, Champion, she said, 'and some tea-cake you like tea-cake of course, she said to Mark, with something of afterthought. 'Mother and Mabel are out, calling or something, she added, 'so we shall be quite alone. And now sit down there in that chair and tell me everything you know about fairies.
And as I'm out to clear this mystery up, and mean to do it, nothing'll make me more glad than to clear your father. I say, do have some more tea-cake? We'll have fresh ones and fresh tea." "No, thank you," she said smiling. "And thank you for what you've just said. I'm going now, Mr. Spargo. You've done me good." "Oh, rot!" exclaimed Spargo. "Nothing nothing! I've just told you what I'm thinking.
But, lor' love yer 'art, now that the old 'ooman has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, an' rinsed me out with her bloomin' old teapot, and I've lit hup, you may scratch my ears for all you're worth, and won't even get a growl out of me. Drive along with your questions. I know what yer a-comin' at, that 'ere escaped wolf." "Exactly. I want you to give me your view of it.
Lord Tilchester entered the room, and said "How d'y do," to me. He is a gruff, unattractive person. I do not know what Babykins sees in him. He spent his time eating tea-cake and feeding the dogs, with a casual remark here and there. At last he left. I was glad. Lady Tilchester's manner to him is always gracious and complacent. She attends to his wishes, and talks to him without yawning.
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