Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Villages -- England -- Fiction
“Oh, I see!” said Mumma, so emphatically that it seemed quite a visual
achievement. “_I_ see. We had some dear friends in India, who stopped
in Cairo once on their way home, and they liked it very much. The wife,
I’m sorry to say, was drowned in a boating accident there. That rather
spoiled their stay.”
It seemed almost unnecessary to agree with so self-evident a
probability, and only Sallie Ambrey murmured to herself, “Oh, surely
not!” and then giggled inaudibly.
Then Lady Annabel Bending came in, and we all clapped, not only because
she was the promoter and organizer of the concert, but because she had,
as usual, so obvious an air of expecting it.
Lady Annabel cannot forget her Government House days. She occasionally
alludes to her present husband as “H. E.,” and then corrects herself
and says, “The Rector, I mean,” and on entering a public place, such as
Church, she has a curious way of bowing her head graciously from side
to side as she slowly walks to her place.
Where she is, one looks for a red carpet. Lady Annabel is a small
woman, but she dresses beautifully and carries herself with great
distinction. In many ways, she resembles the late Queen Victoria.
She received the applause with bows, and a slight, grave smile, and
then mounted the platform and gave us a short speech, to which I
confess that I did not listen very attentively. The usual Cross Loman
entertainment followed. We have, for the most part, fathomed one
another’s talents by this time, from the piano solo with which Miss
Emma Applebee begins to the “Imitations” given by young Plumer, the
butcher’s assistant.
“... With your kind permission, I will now give a rendering of a small
boy reciting The Six ’Undred at ’is mother’s party.... Imitation of
an ’en that ’as just laid an egg.... I will now conclude with a short
sketch of my own, entitled The Baby in the ’Bus....”
“That,” said Mrs. Kendal, turning to me, “is what I call lifelike. And
yet not vulgar.”
I was still pondering on the exact significance of the “And yet” when
Mrs. Harter came on to the platform.
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