Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-06-20
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there for luncheon. especially when things
go wrong. and It's too hot, or too cold. and
S Sas feels as il-tehnpered as-as a sick
Surely. Miss Ormonde, that can never
be-" objected the polite Sir Wilfred.
such soothing, tranquilizing place to
dream and lay schemes in," continued the
pitiless Rosaiind. Perhaps you know It.
II think have some vague memories of
the place. Miss Ormonde. How good Of
you to let people see 1t. hope your kind
ness is never abused. No doubt Aries
oh. yes and Reggies and Johnnies and
all sorts. There's IN AIRY season and a
Reggie season. We have some queer spe-
cimens there sometimes"
PART III.
Sir Wilfred. pensvely smiling, as one
whose mind is absorbed by more ethereal
subjects, here descended from some sum-
init of lofty speculation and asked for
opinions on Mr.. Irving's latest Shakes
pearian impersonation.
L can't endure Irving in young charac-
tiers such as Hamlet and Romeo" Rosalind
said. They make him look old as
Methuselah'
And Miss Terry is scarcely so young as
she was,' Brandon politely limited.
She must be under fifty. though, Mr..
Brandon" Rosalind gently corrected. but
what is that to a genius?"
DO you-ah-do you like Ibsen?" asked
the unfortunate Carr, addressing Margery.
II don't know, 1 mayn't know without
asking mamma" she replied, demurey.
feople's mammas don't seem to admire
him much"
1t Is quite possible to object to problem
plays and Ibsenism without being an abso-
Lutte dragon of propriety," Rosalind corrob-
Grated with severity, land Miss staines is
still young and-tender. shipwrecked
crew might choose her for dinner, like poor
little billee. in the ballad
Mi I'm roused," corroborated Miss
Stalnes; then l can be as Wicked-as the
DEVIL
'Ay. and hit as hard" Sir W-ilfred was
neard murmuring, acidly to himself be-
tween his teeth, as Rosalind rather sud
oehly rose, and he went to open the door
for the ladies'.
What the deuce is the matter with those
two girls tonight?" Gerald Dover Won
dered to himself when they were gone.
Carr hasn't made any running as yet
doubt II he ever will"
My dearest Margery," said the wears
wire, on reaching the drawing room, II
am grieved to hear you allowing yourself
the sad license Of speech characteristic of
day."
smiled back. with infantile cheerfulness
and candor, but 1t was only quotation,
after ALL"
Not from Ibsen. earnestly trust"
oh, no! not from Ibsen, dear. 1t didn't
sound SO. now, did it?'
i am happily unacquainted with these
new writer's. my dear. SO 1 cannot tell"
But why" asked Brandon Of his hostess
later IN the evening, did you gay you were
ugly! Were you never taught that it Is
wrong to tell stories?"
Il beg your pardon, Mr.. Brandon l said
was plain, and SO l am, both in speech
and action"
wen. but Miss Staines declared that
your temper was something awful"
Such temper she said. She meant
such u delightfully."- sweet temper. But l
can't answer for it myself. 1t was kind of
Margfe, though"
They were having coffee on the terrace,
whence the castle. all silve--steeped in
moonlight and a peep Of sea between the
two hill slopes could be seen. Cockchafers
were still droning in the almond scented
clemat:s. little warm breeze stirred the