A Second-Rate Woman
On we drift: where looms the dim port?
One Two Three Four Five contribute their quota:
Something is gained if one caught but the import,
Show it us, Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
Master Hugues of Saxe-Gotha.
Dressed! Dont tell me that woman ever dressed in her life. She stood in the middle of the room while her ayahno, her husbandit must have been a manthrew her clothes at her. She then did her hair with her fingers, and rubbed her bonnet in the flue under the bed. I know she did, as well as if I had assisted at the orgy. Who is she? said Mrs. Hauksbee.
Dont! said Mrs. Mallowe feebly. You make my head ache. Iam miserable to-day. Stay me with fondants, comfort me with chocolates, for I amDid you bring anything from Pelitis?
Questions to begin with. You shall have the sweets when you have answered them. Who and what is the creature? There were at least half-a-dozen men round her, and she appeared to be going to sleep in their midst.
Delville, said Mrs. Mallowe, Shady Delville, to distinguish her from Mrs. Jim of that ilk. She dances as untidily as she dresses, I believe, and her husband is somewhere in Madras. Go and call, if you are so interested.
What have I to do with Shigramitish women? She merely caught my attention for a minute, and I wondered at the attraction that a dowd has for a certain type of man. I expected to see her walk out of her clothesuntil I looked at her eyes.
Hooks and eyes, surely, drawled Mrs. Mallowe.
Dont be clever, Polly. You make my head ache. And round this hayrick stood a crowd of mena positive crowd!
Polly, dont be Rabelaisian!
Mrs. Mallowe curled herself up comfortably on the sofa, and turned her attention to the sweets. She and Mrs. Hauksbee shared the same house at Simla; and these things befell two seasons after the matter of Otis Yeere, which has been already recorded.
Mrs. Hauksbee stepped into the verandah and looked down upon the Mall, her forehead puckered with thought.
Hah! said Mrs. Hauksbee shortly. Indeed!
What is it? said Mrs. Mallowe sleepily.
That dowd and The Dancing Masterto whom I object.
Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine.
Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and I should imagine that this animalhow terrible her bonnet looks from above! is specially clingsome.
She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned. I never could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated aim of his life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor.
O-oh! I think Ive met that sort of man before. And isnt he?
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