Parker, Gilbert, 1860-1932 / 2008-05-13 00:00:00

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AT THE SIGN OF THE EAGLE
By Gilbert Parker

"Life in her creaking shoes
Goes, and more formal grows,
A round of calls and cues:
Love blows as the wind blows.
Blows! . . . "

"Well, what do you think of them, Molly?" said Sir Duke Lawless to his
wife, his eyes resting with some amusement on a big man and a little one
talking to Lord Hampstead.
"The little man is affected, gauche, and servile. The big one picturesque
and superior in a raw kind of way. He wishes to be rude to some one, and
is disappointed because, just at the moment, Lord Hampstead is too polite
to give him his cue. A dangerous person in a drawing-room, I should
think; but interesting. You are a bold man to bring them here, Duke. Is
it not awkward for our host?"
"Hampstead did it with his eyes open. Besides, there is business behind
it--railways, mines, and all that; and Hampstead's nephew is going to the
States fortune-hunting. Do you see?"
Lady Lawless lifted her eyebrows. "'To what base uses are we come,
Horatio!' You invite me to dinner and--'I'll fix things up right.' That
is the proper phrase, for I have heard you use it. Status for dollars.
Isn't it low? I know you do not mean what you say, Duke."
Sir Duke's eyes were playing on the men with a puzzled expression, as
though trying to read the subject of their conversation; and he did not
reply immediately.
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