The Masquerader by Katherine Cecil Thurston
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was extremely polite, but he had an inordinate sense of duty.
"Forgive me, sir," he said, "but about that contract--I know I'm a frightful bore." "Oh, the contract!" Chilcote looked about him absently. "By-the-way, did you see anything of my wife yesterday? What did she do last night?" "Mrs. Chilcote gave me tea yesterday afternoon. She told me she was dining at Lady Sabinet's, and looking in at one or two places later." He eyed his papers in Chilcote's listless hand. Chilcote smiled satirically. "Eve is very true to society," he said. "I couldn't dine at the Sabinets' if it was to make me premier. They have a butler who is an institution--a sort of heirloom in the family. He is fat, and breathes audibly. Last time I lunched there he haunted me for a whole night." Blessington laughed gayly. "Mrs. Chilcote doesn't see ghosts, sir," he said; "but if I may suggest--" Chilcote tapped his fingers on the table. "No. Eve doesn't see ghosts. We rather miss sympathy there." Blessington governed his impatience. He stood still for some seconds, then glanced down at his pointed boot. |
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