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"
Feminine
twaddler
,
then
!
"
he
suggested
,
laughing
--
"
Let
us
see
this
feminine
twaddler
.
She
will
no
doubt
prove
as
amusing
as
Mademoiselle
Derino
in
her
way
.
I
shall
ring
the
bell
and
ask
if
she
is
at
home
.
"
He
advanced
towards
the
creeper-covered
porch
--
but
I
stood
back
,
mortified
and
sullen
,
determined
not
to
accompany
him
inside
the
house
if
he
were
admitted
.
Suddenly
a
blithe
peal
of
musical
laughter
sounded
through
the
air
,
and
a
clear
voice
exclaimed
--
"
Oh
Tricksy
!
You
wicked
boy
!
Take
it
back
directly
and
apologise
!
"
Lucio
peered
through
the
fence
,
and
then
beckoned
to
me
energetically
.
"
There
she
is
!
"
he
whispered
,
"
There
is
the
dyspeptic
,
sour
,
savage
old
blue-stocking
--
there
,
on
the
lawn
--
by
Heaven
!
--
she
's
enough
to
strike
terror
into
the
heart
of
any
man
--
and
millionaire
!
"
I
looked
where
he
pointed
,
and
saw
nothing
but
a
fair-haired
woman
in
a
white
gown
,
sitting
in
a
low
basket-chair
,
with
a
tiny
toy
terrier
on
her
lap
.
The
terrier
was
jealously
guarding
a
large
square
dog-biscuit
nearly
as
big
as
himself
,
and
at
a
little
distance
off
sat
a
magnificent
rough-coated
St
Bernard
,
wagging
his
feathery
tail
to
and
fro
,
with
every
sign
of
good-humour
and
enjoyment
.
The
position
was
evident
at
a
glance
--
the
small
dog
had
taken
his
huge
companion
's
biscuit
from
him
and
had
conveyed
it
to
his
mistress
--
a
canine
joke
which
seemed
to
be
appreciated
and
understood
by
all
the
parties
concerned
.
But
as
I
watched
the
little
group
,
I
did
not
believe
that
she
whom
I
saw
was
Mavis
Clare
.
That
small
head
was
surely
never
made
for
the
wearing
of
deathless
laurels
,
but
rather
for
a
garland
of
roses
,
(
sweet
and
perishable
)
twined
by
a
lover
's
hand
.
No
such
slight
feminine
creature
as
the
one
I
now
looked
upon
could
ever
be
capable
of
the
intellectual
grasp
and
power
of
'
Differences
,
'
the
book
I
secretly
admired
and
wondered
at
,
but
which
I
had
anonymously
striven
to
'
quash
'
in
its
successful
career
.
The
writer
of
such
a
work
,
I
imagined
,
must
needs
be
of
a
more
or
less
strong
physique
,
with
pronounced
features
and
an
impressive
personality
.
This
butterfly-thing
,
playing
with
her
dog
,
was
no
type
of
a
'
blue-stocking
,
'
and
I
said
as
much
to
Lucio
.
"
That
can
not
be
Miss
Clare
,
"
I
said
--
"
More
likely
a
visitor
--
or
perhaps
the
companion-secretary
.
The
novelist
must
be
very
different
in
appearance
to
that
frivolous
young
person
in
white
,
whose
dress
is
distinctly
Parisian
,
and
who
seems
to
have
nothing
whatever
to
do
but
amuse
herself
.
"
"
Tricksy
!
"
said
the
clear
voice
again
--
"
Take
back
the
biscuit
and
apologise
!
"
