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fat creatm'e with Uveries for aU the world Uke
what the sheriffs have in England at assize time.
No; I'm sure I needn't bow to her. I told
Dickie beforehand I shouldn't."
" No doubt Dickie was deUghted to have you
on any terms."
" Of course ; and I'll send a card to-day," said
Madame Mila, with the magnanimous air of one
who does a very noble thing.
From that time thenceforward she would forget
the Joshua E. Postiches and everything concern¬
ing them as absolutely as if she had never heard
anything about them; the woman's second baU,
if she gave one, would be nothing new, and no
sort of fun whatever.
"You're always at me about Maurice," she
said, pursuing her own ideas, " Look at Olga
with Carlo Maremma!—she did make him go last
night, and he was the only Italian there. You
talk of Maurice—Olga is twice as careless as I
" Olga is my friend; don't discuss her, please."
" Oh, that's very fine !—when you are always
finding fault with me about Maurice I "