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'Everybody was mad about the dancing-dogs. They came from Peru, and
danced the mazurka in green jackets with a _jabot_. Oh! what a _jabot!_'
'I dislike animals excessively,' remarked another lady, who was as
refined as Mr. Annesley, her model.
'Dislike the dancing-dogs!' said Count Frill. 'Ah! my good lady, you
would have been enchanted. Even the Kaiser fed them with pistachio nuts.
Oh! so pretty! Delicate leetle things, soft shining little legs, and
pretty little faces! so sensible, and with such _jabots!_'
'I assure you they were excessively amusing,' said the Prince, in a
soft, confidential undertone to his neighbour, Mrs. Montfort, who was as
dignified as she was beautiful, and who, admiring his silence, which she
took for state, smiled and bowed with fascinating condescension.
'And what else has happened very remarkable, Count, since I left you?'
asked Lord Darrell.
'Nothing, nothing, my dear Darrell. This _betise_ of a war has made
us all serious. If old Clamstandt had not married that gipsy, little
Dugiria, I really think I should have taken a turn to Belgrade.'
'You should not eat so much, Poppet!' drawled Charles Annesley to
a Spanish danseuse, tall, dusky and lithe, glancing like a lynx and
graceful as a jennet.
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