When London Sleeps — page 83: what you’re looking at

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2 OR. : A SHOWER, OF GOLD. ‘| courteous tones, ‘‘pardon me, but you are making a eteat mistake. This gentleman is a grave family solicitor from London, and he and I are aie to see Miss Carruthers on most important business.’ Mrs. Jones faltered, and for the first time it dawned upon her that perhaps she had made a mistake. She hemmed and hawed, and then she burst out with characteristic featiicnees ‘‘Oh, Lord! I do believe I have made a fool of my- self !?? ‘“Without prejudice,’’ said Mr, Fuller, severely, with an irritation that was quite excusable, ‘‘I must say it looks very much like it,”’ It is one thing, however, to call yourself a fool, but quite another to have some one else agree with you. And Mrs. Jones at this speech at once returned to her former ageressive attitude. “Indeed, sir,’’ she exclaimed, flushing scarlet, assuming her most dignified manner, and reverting to that one incident in her career which was the pride of her life, and which in her opinion gave her dis- ‘tinction from the common herd, ‘‘I’d have you to know that when I rode bare-backed before the Prince of Wales——’? ‘Hush, mother!’’ said Carrie, gently, putting her arm about her waist and drawing her a little to one side. This old-time achievement was not the patent of nobility to the daughter that it was to the mother. Then Queenie, who had. been listening quietly, stepped forward. ‘Iam Queenie Carruthers, gentlemen,’’ she said, “ comicbooks.co