The Freaks of MayfairBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Freaks of Mayfair
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Humorous stories, English; Short stories, English
Everybody has probably experienced the horror of getting one drop of
honey or some other viscous fluid on to the inside of his cuff. Though
there is only just one drop of it, its presence spreads until the whole
arm seems to be sticky with it. In such quiet mysterious sort Leonard
began to spread. Mrs. Theobald, the desire of whose life was to
entertain largely, asked him regularly and constantly to her
dinner-parties, and her guests extended their invitations to him. He
took this set of rooms, of which mention has been made, and with
considerable foresight did them up in the violent colours which were
only just beginning to come into fashion. It was no part of his plan to
indulge his new friends with expensive entertainments, but just now,
strawberries being so cheap, he found it an excellent investment to ask
two or three ladies to tea, and found that four invitations to tea
usually brought him in three invitations to dinner, which was a good
dividend. To employ a smart tailor was another necessary outlay, and he
affected socks of the same colour as his brilliant tie, and carried a
malacca cane with a top of cloudy amber. But soon, always quick to
perceive the things that really interested him, he saw that though he
was getting on quite nicely with women, their husbands and brothers did
not seem to think much of him, and he abandoned the malacca cane, and
took up golf again. Before long he hit a very happy kind of mean, and
made himself the sort of young man who is not out of place either in
town or in the country. He had several invitations to country-houses
during the months of August and September, and when he came back to
settle in London again in October, he got elected to a club of decent
standing, and may be considered launched. His keel no longer grated, so
to speak, on the sand: he was afloat in a shallow sea of acquaintances,
with no sort or kind of friend among them.
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