You make my head ache. And round this
hayrick stood a crowd of men a positive crowd!'
'Perhaps they also expected '
'Polly, don't be Rabelaisian!'
Mrs. Mallowe curled herself up comfortably on the sofa, and
turned her attention to the sweets. She and Mrs. Hauksbee shared
the same house at Simla; and these things befell two seasons after
the matter of Otis Yeere, which has been already recorded.
Mrs. Hauksbee stepped into the verandah and looked down upon
the Mall, her forehead puckered with thought.
'Hah!' said Mrs. Hauksbee shortly. 'Indeed!'
'What is it?' said Mrs. Mallowe sleepily.
'That dowd and The Dancing Master to whom I object.'
'Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of
reprobate and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of
mine.'
'Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and
I should imagine that this animal how terrible her bonnet looks
from above! is specially clingsome.'
'She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned. I
never could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated
aim of his life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor.'
'O-oh! I think I've met that sort of man before. And isn't he?'
'No. He confided that to me a few days ago. Ugh! Some men ought
to be killed.'
'What happened then?'
'He posed as the horror of horrors a misunderstood man.
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