English fiction -- 20th century; English wit and humor; Humorous stories, English; Short stories, English; Sports stories
"One moment," I said, and I took it up and looked at the back of it.
Then I looked at the back of my own ace of clubs. Then I looked at
the front of it, and swore very softly, and played it.
"I'm very sorry," I began at the end of the game, "but----"
"Haven't we met before?" said Maud, with a smile.
I looked at her hard. "By Jove! Ethel!" I cried.
"My name's Millicent," said Maud, "and seeing that we met for the
first time a few hours ago----"
"Yes, you were my first partner, 'Ethel.'"
"I'm sorry. Who is Ethel?"
"I beg your pardon," I apologised. "But I always call my first
partner at progressive bridge Ethel. It's a sort of hobby with me."
"I see," said Maud--I mean Ethel. Well, I suppose I must call her
Millicent now. Though I had never seen her before, and shall never
see her again, she will always be Millicent to me.
DRESSING UP
I. AT A PAGEANT
Our episode is the tenth and last and (I may add unofficially) the
most important. The period of it is 1750. In order to lead up to it
properly it has been found necessary to start the first episode at 53
B.C. This gives the audience time to get hungry for us. "At last!"
they say, when we come on, "this _is_ the end, Maria."
The Duchess of Kirkcudbright (N.B.) says that they don't say that at
all. They say, "Why, Henry, it's 1750! I had no idea. How the time
flies when you are enjoying yourself. We _must_ stay to the end; a
few minutes won't make any difference now, and it's only cold mutton."
I must explain that it is the Duchess of Kirkcudbright (N.B.)--and
_do_ remember the "N.B.," because she is very particular about
it--who in this episode condescends to dance a minuet with me: that
stately old measure (if you don't trip over the sand-hill opposite
Block D.) which so delighted our forefathers. It is a very sad
thing, but though the whole pageant, as I have explained, hinges upon
us, yet our names and description do not appear upon the programme.
We are put down briefly, and I think libellously, as "Revellers."
However, we learnt that we were really people of some position--right
in the smart set, by all accounts; so I decided to be Lord Tunbridge
Wells, and my partner the Duchess of Kirkcudbright (N.B.). That is
just like her--to be a whole county, when I am only a watering-place.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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