"
This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs.
This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs.
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Hauksbee came to "The Foundry" to tiffin with Mrs.
Mallowe, her one
bosom friend, for she was in no sense "a woman's woman. " And it was a
woman's tiffin, the door shut to all the world; and they both talked
chiffons, which is French for Mysteries.
"I've enjoyed an interval of sanity," Mrs. Hauksbee announced, after
tiffin was over and the two were comfortably settled in the little
writing-room that opened out of Mrs. Mallowe's bedroom.
"My dear girl, what has he done? " said Mrs. Mallowe, sweetly. It is
noticeable that ladies of a certain age call each other "dear girl,"
just as commissioners of twenty-eight years' standing address their
equals in the Civil List as "my boy. "
"There's no he in the case. Who am I that an imaginary man should be
always credited to me? Am I an Apache? "
"No, dear, but somebody's scalp is generally drying at your wigwam-door.
Soaking, rather.
"
This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs. Hauksbee. That lady
laughed.
"For my sins, the Aide at Tyrconnel last night told me off to The
Mussuck. Hsh! Don't laugh. One of my most devoted admirers. When the
duff came--some one really ought to teach them to make pudding at
Tyrconnel--The Mussuck was at liberty to attend to me. "
"Sweet soul! I know his appetite," said Mrs. Mallowe. "Did he, oh did
he, begin his wooing? "
"By a special mercy of Providence, no. He explained his importance as a
Pillar of the Empire. I didn't laugh. "
"Lucy, I don't believe you.
bosom friend, for she was in no sense "a woman's woman. " And it was a
woman's tiffin, the door shut to all the world; and they both talked
chiffons, which is French for Mysteries.
"I've enjoyed an interval of sanity," Mrs. Hauksbee announced, after
tiffin was over and the two were comfortably settled in the little
writing-room that opened out of Mrs. Mallowe's bedroom.
"My dear girl, what has he done? " said Mrs. Mallowe, sweetly. It is
noticeable that ladies of a certain age call each other "dear girl,"
just as commissioners of twenty-eight years' standing address their
equals in the Civil List as "my boy. "
"There's no he in the case. Who am I that an imaginary man should be
always credited to me? Am I an Apache? "
"No, dear, but somebody's scalp is generally drying at your wigwam-door.
Soaking, rather.
"
This was an allusion to the Hawley Boy, who was in the habit of riding
all across Simla in the Rains, to call on Mrs. Hauksbee. That lady
laughed.
"For my sins, the Aide at Tyrconnel last night told me off to The
Mussuck. Hsh! Don't laugh. One of my most devoted admirers. When the
duff came--some one really ought to teach them to make pudding at
Tyrconnel--The Mussuck was at liberty to attend to me. "
"Sweet soul! I know his appetite," said Mrs. Mallowe. "Did he, oh did
he, begin his wooing? "
"By a special mercy of Providence, no. He explained his importance as a
Pillar of the Empire. I didn't laugh. "
"Lucy, I don't believe you.
