The German governess met
them just at the turn of the corridor. The Ninevehs nursed her with
devoted attention for weeks, and when I last heard from them she was well
enough to go about her duties again, but the doctor says she will always
suffer from Hagenbeck heart."
Amblecope got up from his chair and moved to another part of the room.
Treddleford reopened his book and betook himself once more across
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea.
For a blessed half-hour he disported himself in imagination by the "gay
Aleppo-Gate," and listened to the bird-voiced singing-man. Then the
world of to-day called him back; a page summoned him to speak with a
friend on the telephone.
As Treddleford was about to pass out of the room he encountered
Amblecope, also passing out, on his way to the billiard-room, where,
perchance, some luckless wight might be secured and held fast to listen
to the number of his attendances at the Grand Prix, with subsequent
remarks on Newmarket and the Cambridgeshire. Amblecope made as if to
pass out first, but a new-born pride was surging in Treddleford's breast
and he waved him back.
"I believe I take precedence," he said coldly; "you are merely the club
Bore; I am the club Liar."
THE ELK
Teresa, Mrs. Thropplestance, was the richest and most intractable old
woman in the county of Woldshire. In her dealings with the world in
general her manner suggested a blend between a Mistress of the Robes and
a Master of Foxhounds, with the vocabulary of both.
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