Too Old for Dolls: A NovelLudovici, Anthony M. (Anthony Mario)
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Too Old for Dolls: A Novel
Ludovici, Anthony M. (Anthony Mario)
England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Denis braced himself for a great effort and, smiling with as much good
humour as he could muster, helped himself to a glass of sherry.
"Yes, what about the bangle?" Stephen exclaimed.
"When I last saw them," Denis observed with creditable composure, "they
were too busy kissing to be able to find any bangle."
As he pronounced these words he glanced furtively at Cleopatra, but
although he noticed that she winced, he was not a little surprised to
see how collected and serene she remained. Did she perhaps think he was
lying?
"They were what?" cried Miss Mallowcoid.
"Too busy, kissing,--kissing," Sir Joseph repeated.
The spinster rose.
"Rubbish!" cried Stephen. "He's only joking, Miss Mallowcoid."
"Of course!" interjected Mrs. Tribe.
"Well, what of it?" Sir Joseph exclaimed, "even if they were."
"But who, who were kissing?" the old spinster demanded, going up to
Denis.
Denis laid his empty glass upon the tray and walked quietly out. Miss
Mallowcoid evidently taking his departure as a hint, followed close
behind.
In the smoking-room he turned and faced her.
"What is all this about?" she enquired.
"Well, I don't know what you think," said Denis with tremendous gravity;
"but really, when a man close on forty, not only entertains a child with
all kinds of unsuitable conversation, but also inveigles her into the
woods alone in order to kiss her, it seems to me things have really gone
far enough."
"You don't mean Lord Henry, do you?" ejaculated Miss Mallowcoid,
clasping her hard white hands in horror.
"I'm sorry to say I do!" Denis rejoined just as Vanessa and the
Incandescent Gerald, who had also returned home, came in through the
smoking-room and vanished into the lounge.
"Oh, but this it monstrous!" cried Miss Mallowcoid. "Does her mother
know?"
"No, I've said nothing," said Denis, as the gong went for lunch. "If I
hadn't been pressed I shouldn't have said anything even now."
"Oh, but it was very noble of you to tell us," said Miss Mallowcoid,
pondering a moment what she could do. "Very noble. Thank you, thank you,
Denis!"
Meanwhile Vanessa and the Incandescent Gerald had naturally been
questioned by Sir Joseph, and Lord Henry's champion, Stephen; and it was
not until the Incandescent Gerald had admitted very solemnly and
reluctantly that he was afraid he did see Lord Henry embrace Leonetta,
that Stephen was appeased, or rather silenced.
"Well, I'm surprised, that's all," said the youth, and as he said this,
Cleopatra, very pale and a little unsteady on her feet, glided quietly
out of the room.
She had disbelieved it until the end. It was only when the incorruptible
Gerald Tribe had admitted it that she also had been convinced.
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