You have
been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to
come down to dinner. Her eardrums
were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a
virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. He
looked down and met them. Courtlaw—Lady
Mackinnor. Wood. ’ She paused,
struggling for the word. ’
‘Yes, but I do not like to scrub the floor and peel the vegetables and feed the
pig. ’ She drew a heavy breath. "
"Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel,
archly. So Mrs. You must wait till supper's over. This one too she read. "
"Yield to nothing," returned Wild, trying to re-assure him; "above all, when your
designs prosper.
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