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I continued: "Even the children, for their own little reasons, like it. Only last summer, in Newport, a young boy was asked how he enjoyed having a father and an ex-father." "Ex-father!" said Mrs. Gregory. "Vice-father is what I should call him." "Maria!" murmured Mrs. Weguelin, "how can you jest upon such topics?" "I am far from jesting, Julia.
Was love taking some hitherto unknown liberties with that well-balanced organ? But what an outrage had been perpetrated upon John! At that my deductions staggered in their rapid course. How could his aunts but then it had only been one of them; Miss Josephine had never approved of Miss Eliza's course; it was of that that Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael had so emphatically reminded Mrs.
But especially the mating of the fashionable young. They don't need any parents to arrange for them; it's much better managed through precocity." "Through precocity? I scarcely follow you." And Mrs. Weguelin softly added, "You must excuse us if we do not follow you." But her softness nevertheless indicated that if there were any one present needing leniency, it was myself.
It was thus, at the outset, that I came to believe John's spirits were high; and this illusion he successfully kept up until after we had left the plumber and Kings Port several sordid miles behind us; the approach to Kings Port this way lies through dirtiest Africa. John was loquacious; John discoursed upon the Replacers; Mrs. Weguelin St.
Weguelin divine that he also took to the nouveau jeu to the tune of Bohm and Charley and Kitty and Gazza?
"My dear," said Mrs. Gregory to Mrs. Weguelin, "we must ask him to excuse our provincialism." For the second time I was not wholly dexterous. "But I like it so much!" I exclaimed; and both ladies laughed frankly. Mrs. Gregory brought in a fable. "You'll find us all 'country mice' here." This time I was happy. "At least, then, there'll be no cat!" And this caused us all to make little bows.
By way of response to this sentiment, I quoted some French to her. "Bon chien chasse de race." It pleased Mrs. Weguelin. Her guarded attitude toward me relented. "John mentioned your cultivation to us," she said. "In these tumble-down days it is rare to meet with one who still lives, mentally, on the gentlefolks' plane the piano nobile of intelligence!"
And he stood back to admire a little glimpse, across a street, between tiled roofs and rusty balconies, of another church steeple. "Almost, one would say, the Old World," Gazza declared. "Our world is not new," said Mrs. Weguelin; and she passed into the church.
No, torn money and all, it was not appropriate in a woman of her experience; and so I still found myself inquiring in the words of Beverly Rodgers, "But what can she want him for?" The next time that I met Mrs. Gregory St. Michael it was on my way to join the party at the old church, which Mrs. Weguelin was going to show them.
A mere nothing!" I answered "Do you know," I now suggested, "that you have forgotten to ask me what I was thinking about when we met?" "Bless me, young gentleman! and was it so remarkable?" "Not at all, but it partly answers what Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael asked me.
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