Do you take milk in yours?'
'No, thanks. Polly, I'm wearied of this life. It's hollow.'
'Turn religious, then. I always said that Rome would be your fate.'
'Only exchanging half-a-dozen attach‚s in red for one in black, and
if I fasted, the wrinkles would come, and never, never go. Has it
ever struck you, dear, that I'm getting old?'
'Thanks for your courtesy. I'll return it. Ye-es, we are both not
exactly how shall I put it?'
'What we have been. ''I feel it in my bones," as Mrs. Crossley says.
Polly, I've wasted my life.'
'As how?'
'Never mind how. I feel it. I want to be a Power before I die.'
'Be a Power then. You've wits enough for anything and beauty!'
Mrs. Hauksbee pointed a teaspoon straight at her hostess. 'Polly, if
you heap compliments on me like this, I shall cease to believe that
you're a woman. Tell me how I am to be a Power.'
'Inform The Mussuck that he is the most fascinating and slimmest
man in Asia, and he'll tell you anything and everything you please.'
'Bother The Mussuck! I mean an intellectual Power not a
gas-power. Polly, I'm going to start a salon.'
Mrs. Mallowe turned lazily on the sofa and rested her head on her
hand. 'Hear the words of the Preacher, the son of Baruch,' she said.
'Will you talk sensibly?'
'I will, dear, for I see that you are going to make a mistake.
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