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"What kind of thing?" Mamie looked up at the light above the door, through which the London sky was doubly dim. "I haven't the least idea." "Then what kind of difference?" Mamie's gaze was still at the light. "The difference you see." Lady Wantridge, rather obligingly, seemed to ask herself what she saw. "But I don't see any! It seems, at least," she added, "such an amusing one!
Lady Wantridge however, after all, easily overlooked it. "I only knew he was one of your odd Americans. That's why, when I heard yesterday here that he was up there awaiting your return, I didn't let that prevent me. I thought he might be. He certainly," her ladyship laughed, "IS." "Yes, he's very American," Mamie went on in the same way. "As you say, we ARE fond of you!
"Quite a quarter." "Mercy on us!" She began to mount. Before reaching the top however she had reflected that quite a quarter was long if Lady Wantridge had only been shocked. On the other hand it was short if she had only been pleased. But how COULD she have been pleased? The very essence of their actual crisis was just that there was no pleasing her.
"Well, to begin with, Lady Edward, Lady Bellhouse and Mrs. Pouncer." "Do you mean that they'll come to meet her?" "I've seen them, and they've promised." "To come, of course," Lady Wantridge said, "if I come." Her hostess cast about. "Oh of course you could prevent them. But I should take it as awfully kind of you not to. WON'T you do this for me?" Mamie pleaded.
Medwin," she threw in, "can't get over it." Then, as her friend looked vague: "Over my social situation." "Well, it's no great flattery to you to say," Lady Wantridge good- humouredly returned, "that she certainly can't hope for one resembling it." Yet it really seemed to spread there before them. "You simply MADE Mrs. Short Stokes." "In spite of her name!" Mamie smiled.
"Surely and why not?" Lady Wantridge stared. "He's the image of you!" "Thank you!" and Mamie was stranger than ever. "Oh he's good-looking. He's handsome, my dear. Oddly but distinctly!" Her ladyship was for treating it much as a joke. But Mamie, all sombre, would have none of this. She boldly gave him up. "I think he's awful." "He is indeed delightfully.
There was of course always the chance that Lady Wantridge might take the field, in such force as to paralyse them, though that danger, at the same time, seemed inconsistent with her being squared. It didn't perhaps all quite ideally hang together; but what it sufficiently came to was that if she was the one who could do most FOR a person in Mrs.
"No, Lady Wantridge," Scott pleasantly confessed, "not one little mite!" "Well then if you MUST go " and Mamie offered her a hand. "But I'll go down with you. NOT YOU!" she launched at her brother, who immediately effaced himself.
"But I don't leave him for long." Her hansom had waited. "She'll come." Lady Wantridge did come. She met in South Audley Street, on the fourteenth, at tea, the ladies whom Mamie had named to her, together with three or four others, and it was rather a master- stroke for Miss Cutter that if Mrs. Medwin was modestly present Scott Homer was as markedly not.
"Well, you know, I DO do things," Mamie quavered with a smile so strained that it partook of exaltation. "You help people? Oh yes, I've known you to do wonders. But stick," said Lady Wantridge with strong and cheerful emphasis, "to your Americans!" Miss Cutter, gazing, got up. "You don't do justice, Lady Wantridge, to your own compatriots. Some of them are really charming.
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