thing very taking about that face'. I rebuked him on the spot. I don't approve of boys being taken by faces."
"Other than your own. I shouldn't be in the least surprised if the Hawley Boy immediately went to call."
"I forbade him. Let her be satisfied with The Dancing Master, and his wife when she comes up. I'm rather curious to see Mrs. Bent and the Delville woman together."
Mrs. Hauksbee departed and, at the end of an hour, returned slightly flushed.
"There is no limit to the treachery of youth! I ordered the Hawley Boy, as he valued my patronage, not to call. The first person I stumble over—literally stumble over—in her poky, dark, little drawing-room is, of course, the Hawley Boy. She kept us waiting ten minutes, and then emerged as though she had been tipped out of the dirty clothes-basket. You know my way, dear, when I am at all put out. I was superior, crrrrushingly superior! lifted my eyes to Heaven and had heard of nothing—dropped my eyes on the carpet and 'really didn't know'—played with my cardcase and 'supposed so'. The Hawley Boy giggled like a girl, and I had to freeze him with scowls between the sentences."
"And she?"
"She sat in a heap on the edge of a couch, and managed to convey the impression that she was suffering from stomach-ache, at the very least. It was all I could do not to ask after her symptoms. When I rose, she grunted just like a buffalo in the water—too lazy to move."
"Are you certain?"
"Am I blind, Polly? Laziness, sheer laziness, nothing else—or her garments were only constructed for sitting down in. I stayed for a quarter of an hour trying to penetrate the gloom, to guess what her surroundings were like, while she stuck out her tongue."
"Lu—cy!"
"Well—I'll withdraw the tongue, though I'm sure if she didn't do it when I was in the room, she did the minute I was outside. At any rate, she lay in a lump and grunted.
