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"No," answered Mrs. Pendomer, to her unspoken thought; "no woman could be seriously jealous of me. Yes, I dare say, I am passée and vain and frivolous and harmless. But," she added, meditatively, "you hate me, just the same." "My dear Mrs. Pendomer " Patricia began, with cool courtesy; then hesitated. "Yes," she conceded; "I dare say, it is unreasonable but I do hate you like the very old Nick."
At this unearthly hour of the morning it is very often difficult to disentangle the two." "It is neither," said Colonel Musgrave, and almost snappishly. Followed an interval of silence. "Really," said Mrs. Pendomer, and as with sympathy, "one would think you had at last been confronted with one of your thirty-seven pasts or is it thirty-eight, Rudolph?"
"She has been reading some letters," said he, at length; "some letters that I wrote a long time ago." "In the case of so young a girl," observed Mrs. Pendomer, with perfect comprehension, "I should have undoubtedly recommended a judicious supervision of her reading-matter."
Pendomer's rather frequently nowadays; but, then, Clarice Pendomer had all sorts of callers now though not many in skirts and she played poker with men for money until unregenerate hours of the night, and was reputed with a wealth of corroborative detail to have even less discussable sources of income: so that, indeed, Clarice Pendomer was now rather precariously retained within the social pale through her initial precaution of having been born a Bellingham.... But all such tittle-tattle, as has been said, is quite beside the mark, since with the decadence of Clarice Pendomer this chronicle has, in the outcome, as scant concern as with the marital aspirations of Cousin Lucy Fentnor.
It isn't fair you should be placed in such a false position." "What matter?" pleaded Mrs. Pendomer. "The letters are mine to burn, if I choose. I have read one of them, by the way, and it is almost word for word a letter you wrote me a good twenty years ago. And you re-hashed it for Patricia's benefit too, it seems! You ought to get a mimeograph. Oh, very well!
And of that company Clarice Pendomer at least thought of how like he was to the boy who had fought the famous duel with George Pendomer some fifteen years ago. Ensued a felicitous speech. Rudolph Musgrave was familiar with his audience. And therefore: Colonel Musgrave alluded briefly to the pleasure he took in addressing such a gathering.
The colonel, patently, considered that feminine outrageousness could go no farther. "And she is taking menthol and green tea and mustard plasters and I don't know what all, in bed, prior to to " "Taking leave?" Mrs. Pendomer suggested. "Er that was mentioned, I believe," said Colonel Musgrave. "But of course she was only talking." Mrs.
Also Colonel Musgrave had presently good reason to lament a contretemps, over which he was sulking when Mrs. Pendomer rustled to her seat at the breakfast-table, with a shortness of breath that was partly due to the stairs, and in part attributable to her youthful dress, which fitted a trifle too perfectly. "Waffles?" said Mrs. Pendomer.
Pendomer hesitated for a moment, and then plunged into the heart of things. "You are a woman, dear," she said, gently, "though heaven knows it must have been only yesterday you were playing about the nursery and one of the facts we women must face, eventually, is that man is a polygamous animal. It is unfortunate, perhaps, but it is true.
I believe some very good people are visiting the Ullwethers nowadays?" She extended the letters, blandly. "May I restore your property?" she queried, with utmost gentleness. "Thanks!" Clarice Pendomer took them, and kissed her hostess, not without tenderness, on the brow. "My dear, be kind to Rudolph. He he is rather an attractive man, you know, and other women are kind to him.
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