DOI Artikel:
Sharp, Evelyn: A new poster
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27805#0136
A New Poster
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You wouldn’t catch her wanting to save you from the clutches of
all the other women, which is what your women friends are mostly
engaged in doing for you. Besides, she funks you no end—says
she can’t make you out, or something.”
“ Really ? ” said Adrian with a gratified smile, “that’s excellent
material to go upon. I must cultivate her. See you again soon,
little boy.”
Margaret Cousins was lunching with Mrs. Angelo Milton the
next day when the man-servant brought in a visiting card. She
had come round to gossip over the dinner-party, to eat up the
remains, and to find out all there was to know about Dicky
Askew ; so she had a valid reason to grumble when her hostess
said she must go into the drawing-room at once.
“ But make yourself at home, child, and have what you want
and ring for what you don’t,” she said rather absently as she
arranged her lace at the glass. “ It is an old friend ; I have not seen
him for years. You can play with the poodle till I come back,
can’t you, darling ? ”
A sun-browned man, with an expectant smile on his face and
rather a nervous consciousness of the hat and stick in his hand,
was standing on the rug in the drawing-room when she went in.
There was no diffidence in his greeting, however, and no doubt
of a welcome in the hard hand he put out to her, though the one
she laid in it was cold and passive. They had nothing to say for
a minute or two, and when they had settled on two chairs rather
far apart, and he had deposited his belongings on the floor, the
few remarks they made were necessary and usual.
“ So you have come to England after all, Willis ? You always
said you would.”
“Yes, Cynthia. It is an old promise of eight years’ standing,
isn’t it ? ”
“ When
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You wouldn’t catch her wanting to save you from the clutches of
all the other women, which is what your women friends are mostly
engaged in doing for you. Besides, she funks you no end—says
she can’t make you out, or something.”
“ Really ? ” said Adrian with a gratified smile, “that’s excellent
material to go upon. I must cultivate her. See you again soon,
little boy.”
Margaret Cousins was lunching with Mrs. Angelo Milton the
next day when the man-servant brought in a visiting card. She
had come round to gossip over the dinner-party, to eat up the
remains, and to find out all there was to know about Dicky
Askew ; so she had a valid reason to grumble when her hostess
said she must go into the drawing-room at once.
“ But make yourself at home, child, and have what you want
and ring for what you don’t,” she said rather absently as she
arranged her lace at the glass. “ It is an old friend ; I have not seen
him for years. You can play with the poodle till I come back,
can’t you, darling ? ”
A sun-browned man, with an expectant smile on his face and
rather a nervous consciousness of the hat and stick in his hand,
was standing on the rug in the drawing-room when she went in.
There was no diffidence in his greeting, however, and no doubt
of a welcome in the hard hand he put out to her, though the one
she laid in it was cold and passive. They had nothing to say for
a minute or two, and when they had settled on two chairs rather
far apart, and he had deposited his belongings on the floor, the
few remarks they made were necessary and usual.
“ So you have come to England after all, Willis ? You always
said you would.”
“Yes, Cynthia. It is an old promise of eight years’ standing,
isn’t it ? ”
“ When