New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-04-30
La FEMME PROPOSE.

Dancing?
Captain Emery-No of course not
Bobby Vane-ThOught ii wasn't much i'm your
line. Why did you come, then? What's her
name?
Captain Emery-Wen. you are not expected to
play cricket every time you go to see a match
al Lords are you?
Mrs Meyrick- Fenton (passing into the sup
per-rooml-What is that you're saying about
match? The latest? You've heard about it, of
course. Friend Of yours. isn't she?
Captain Emery have a good many friends.
Mrs. Meyrick- Fenton-Oh. don't be ridiculous.
There they are. CNOdding her head toward the
stairs. down which pretty girl is coming on
the arm Of middle -aged man Of opulent as
pect)
Captain Emery-Ah. Miss Trevor! Is that
settled. then?
Mrs Meyrick- Fenton-My good man. haven't
you Mrs. Trevor's face this evening? She's
positively teaming. She was even decently civil
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Captain Emery-Let me see. Pereiras--
Mrs DISQUALIFICATION lin an undertone)-Co-
Goa Pity il isn't Goals or something like that
/ always think there's something about cocoa
that-well-sticks don't YOU think so? But he's
Immensely rich. SO sensible Of Mrs Trevor
when Gwendoline might have done much
worse-dOn't you think so?
Captain Emery-UndoUbtedy.
Mrs Meyrick-FentOn lover her shoulder as
she goes On)-I was sure you'd be pleased.
Captain Emery (aloud)-Deghted Onder
his BREATH Damn,
Bobby Nane-Eh?
Captain Emery-Nothng What about getting
a drink and a cigarette? m tired Of this.
Miss Trevor dropping the arm of Mr.. Pereira
and advancing with her programme in her
hard)-Please, Captain Emery, I'm hungry.
Here's signed declaration that you'll take me
in 10 supper. Have you forgotten all about IT, or
shall / ask some one else
Captain Emery-Oh I'm so sorry OF course.
] hadn't forgotten, only thought. perhaps
Miss Trevor with her hand upon his ARM
Something in aspic, please. if you love me; us
all / want.
Captain Emery-In that case you shall have
aspc. If ! have scOur London for it.
Miss Trevor-There's something about aspic
that makes you feel you are doing nothing so
commonplace eating. Reading Whitman, OF
something of that sort
Captain E11ery-Whitman? He's one of those
Johnnies that write poetry isn't he?
Miss Trevor-Philistine, He's a religion. Shall
we sit here? Yes. champagne, pease-a little
(She sips and looks at her companion over the
rim Of her glass; Do you like Mrs. Meyrlck-
FentOny ,
Captain Emery-Well. she saves one the
trouble of reading The Morning Post"
Miss Trevor (after regarding her companion
attcntively for a moment or two)-Let me see.
Tom. when is it you leave for India
Captain Emery-The day after tomorrow
There, You've split some champagne on your
dress.
out again
Captain Emery-Must.
Miss Trevor-Why is it that all the-the men
one likes go off to the ends of the earth. ana
thcn-then you never them again No; /
don. want anything more TO eat. Let US talk.
There isn't much time left
Captain Emery-Wen. you sec. they pay you
more when you're in India My private income
is about a penny a week. and simply can't live
or my pay at home Besides I shall feel more
comfortable abroad for a bit-under the cir
Cums;ances.
MISS Trevor-Under the circumstances?
Captain Emery suppose ought to congrat-
ula;e you
terdav was twenty-cn yesterday l thought
il hJrrid Of you to take To notice.
CAPTAIN Emery hadn't the least idea
Mss Trevor-And I'm my cwn mistress now
] wrote a check this morning. They sent IT
back from the bank because hadn't signed H.
As if it mattered. when it was my own money
thai ! wanted
Miss Trevor-Was that what Mrs. Meyrick-
Fenton was telling you just now
Captain Emery-She said that you and re-
reira--
Miss Trevor-Cat,
Captain Emery-Eh?
Mss Trevor meant isn't true. Did you
believe it?
CAPTAIN Emery (after rejecting for a few mo-
rnents with his eyes his plate)-Well, it's a
suitable match-in one way He has plenty OF
money
want You knew that, didn't you? Captain
Emery nOds)
Captain Emery-Thats what makes 1t so very
suitable Neither can be suspected of any mer-
MISS Treyor-But that is what makes mamma
so anxious that Of course. he has-he has
asked me: and mamma wants
Captain Emery-And you refused him?
Miss Trevor-NO.
Captain Emery-We! but
Miss Trevor haven't answered yet at all.
Don't ~ so stupid. Tom. (She crumbes piece
OF bread and gathers up the fragments careful
ly into little heap l shall decide shall
decide
Captain Emery-Well?
Miss Trevor (under her breath)-The day af-
ter To- MORROW.