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There was no reply.
"Miss Vernon, your exception has nothing to do with Mrs. Haughton?"
continued _la petite_ inquiringly.
"It has; but I am imaginative; tell me, did Mrs. Haughton appear in
the supper-room?"
"I should just say so, and as gay as a lark, with Lord Rivers."
"But, Blanche, you know you only looked in, and Mrs. Haughton may have
done likewise."
"You're a goose, Tilton; Capt. Stuart and I had gone through a dish or
two before you all came in; I was born hungry."
"Believe you," laughed her husband.
"My poppa's pet name for me at dinner was ostrich," said wee mouse,
rapidly discussing breast and wing of duck, etc. "Sir Lionel, here's a
conundrum for you; what is the thirstiest animal?"
"Man," he answered demurely.
"One for you; you are placed, Tilton," and the pink eyes peered at a
window.
"I hope you feel comfortable in your niche, Sir Tilton," laughed
Vaura; "ask another, Blanche, and place Mrs. Haughton _a present_; I
cannot get her off my mind."
"All O.K.; I only have waited until you had refreshed the inner man.
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