Delville and the man who went by the
nickname
of
The Dancing Master.
The Dancing Master.
Kipling - Poems
It's obviously impossible to marry you to some one else--your
husband would object and the experiment might not be successful
after all. I think I shall begin by preventing you from--what is
it? --'sleeping on ale-house benches and snoring in the sun. '"
"Don't! I don't like your quotations. They are so rude. Go to the
Library and bring me new books. "
"While you sleep? No! If you don't come with me, I shall spread your
newest frock on my 'rickshaw-bow, and when any one asks me what I am
doing, I shall say that I am going to Phelps's to get it let out. I
shall take care that Mrs. MacNamara sees me. Put your things on, there's
a good girl. "
Mrs. Mallowe groaned and obeyed, and the two went off to the Library,
where they found Mrs.
Delville and the man who went by the nickname of
The Dancing Master. By that time Mrs Mallowe was awake and eloquent.
"That is the Creature! " said Mrs Hauksbee, with the air of one pointing
out a slug in the road.
"No," said Mrs. Mallowe. "The man is the Creature. Ugh! Good-evening,
Mr. Bent. I thought you were coming to tea this evening. "
"Surely it was for tomorrow, was it not? " answered The Dancing Master.
"I understood. . .
husband would object and the experiment might not be successful
after all. I think I shall begin by preventing you from--what is
it? --'sleeping on ale-house benches and snoring in the sun. '"
"Don't! I don't like your quotations. They are so rude. Go to the
Library and bring me new books. "
"While you sleep? No! If you don't come with me, I shall spread your
newest frock on my 'rickshaw-bow, and when any one asks me what I am
doing, I shall say that I am going to Phelps's to get it let out. I
shall take care that Mrs. MacNamara sees me. Put your things on, there's
a good girl. "
Mrs. Mallowe groaned and obeyed, and the two went off to the Library,
where they found Mrs.
Delville and the man who went by the nickname of
The Dancing Master. By that time Mrs Mallowe was awake and eloquent.
"That is the Creature! " said Mrs Hauksbee, with the air of one pointing
out a slug in the road.
"No," said Mrs. Mallowe. "The man is the Creature. Ugh! Good-evening,
Mr. Bent. I thought you were coming to tea this evening. "
"Surely it was for tomorrow, was it not? " answered The Dancing Master.
"I understood. . .