Departing from his custom, he went to Golfney Place after
dinner that evening, and, flinging himself recklessly into a chair,
began to rail against Mrs. Reynolds.
"I hate a woman with a long tongue!" he exclaimed. "Talk, talk, talk!
She would argue with the Recording Angel! I positively saw nothing of
you this afternoon. No time for a sensible word."
"Still, I have managed to survive, you see," said Bridget, "and Mr.
Clynesworth is lovely!"
"So is a python from one point of view!" was the answer.
"Oh, what a far-fetched comparison!" she said, and leaned back,
laughing, in her chair.
"Not at all," cried Colonel Faversham. "You'll generally find there's
something in what I say. You can't be too careful of a man like Jimmy
Clynesworth. For my part, I very seldom know what he is talking about;
I question whether he knows himself. I am a plain, straightforward
man--but there! I didn't come to talk about Jimmy."
"I thought you did," said Bridget.
"No, no," he replied; "I want you to fix the day for our marriage.
Upon my word, I don't feel quite certain that frankness isn't the best
in the long run--far the best.
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