“Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. Where was the message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do? Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. What! mum still. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. Since then he has persistently annoyed me. These were so outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself.
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