I never seem to be able to put
my finger upon her."
"Have you ever tried putting the whole hand upon her?" inquired her
ladyship, and Mr. Blithers stared straight ahead, incapable of
replying.
He waited until they were seated at the table and then remarked: "I
am sorry you got splashed, Lady Simpson. You'd think they might keep
the approach to a place like this free of mud and water."
"Oh, I daresay the gown can be cleaned, Mr. Blithers," she said. "I
am quite ready to discard it, in any event, so it really doesn't
matter."
"My dear," said he to his wife, raising his voice so that diners at
nearby tables could not help hearing what he said, "I forgot to tell
you that we are expected to dine with the Prince at the Castle." Then
he wondered if any one in the room understood English.
"When?" she inquired.
"Very shortly," said he, and she was puzzled for a moment by the
stony glare he gave her.
Lord Simpson took this opportunity to mention that he had taken
reservations for the return of himself and wife to Vienna on the next
day but one.
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