"There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire,
"which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at
your elbow. It happened that at the extremest point of Ann Veronica’s
social circle from the Widgetts was the family of the Morningside Park horsedealer, a company of extremely dressy and hilarious young women, with one
equestrian brother addicted to fancy waistcoats, cigars, and facial spots. There you
are! Girl spoilt for life. She began to act. “And even then—”
The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. “You will have some tea?” she asked. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when
they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump
hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly
interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. Spurling and Marvel rose too. By the time she was done, the
bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. Sorry.
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