She hardly knew what she would do,
what she might say; but she would trust to the opportunity to do
and say something.
'If you have no room for me,' he said to Mrs Jones, 'you must
scold Lady Mab. She has told me that you told her to invite me.'
'Of course I did. Do you think I would not sleep in the stables,
and give you up my own bed if there were no other? It is so good
of you to come!'
'So good of you, Mrs Jones, to ask me.'
'So very kind to come when all the attraction has gone!' Then he
blushed and stammered, and was just able to say that his only
object in life was to pour out his adoration at the feet of Mrs
Montacute Jones herself.
There was a certain Lady Fawn,--a pretty mincing married woman of
about twenty-five, with a husband much older, who liked mild
flirtations with mild young men. 'I am afraid we've lost your
great attraction,' she whispered to him.
'Certainly not as long as Lady Fawn is here,' he said, seating
himself close to her on a garden bench, and seizing suddenly hold
of her hand. She gave a little scream and a jerk, and so relieved
herself from him.
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