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A Mummer's Wife by George (George Augustus) Moore
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'I'm sure, Mr. Lennox, we were only too glad to be able to give you
something to show you how much we appreciate your kindness,' said a tall
girl, speaking in the name of the chorus.

'We must have some fizz after the show to-night on the stage. What do you
think. Cox?' said Dick. 'And then I shall be able to express my thanks to
everyone.'

'And we must have a dance,' cried Leslie. 'My foot is all right now.'

Chairs had to be fetched in from the bedroom and even from the kitchen to
seat the fifteen people who had been invited. The ladies did not like
sitting together and the supply of gentlemen was not sufficient--drawbacks
that were forgotten when the first few spoonfuls of soup had been eaten and
the sherry tasted. The women examined Mr. Cox with looks of deep inquiry,
but his face told them nothing; it was grave and commercial, and he spoke
little to anyone except Kate and her husband. The baronet's son sat in the
middle of the table with the three chorus-girls, whom he continued to
pester with calculations as to how much he would be worth, but for his
ancestor's ambition to win the Derby with Scotch Coast. Leslie and Bret
were on the other side of the wedding cake, and they leant towards each
other with a thousand little amorous movements. Beaumont spoke of the
evening's performance, putting questions to Montgomery with a view to
attracting Mr. Cox's attention.

'Do you think, Mr. Montgomery, that to take an encore for my song will
interfere with the piece?'

'I never heard of a lady putting the piece before herself,' said
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