Elsie was in high
spirits, amusing her husband by her satirical remarks. At last she
said:--
"I hope, Chauncy, you won't mind if I go off for a week."
"Off for a week? Where are you going?"
"Into town to open the house for the consecration of the great Bishop
Strathmore."
"Well," her husband said, laughing, "I like your grit. If you can't
win, you won't show the white feather."
She laughed in turn, as gleefully and as musically as a child.
"I'm going for revenge."
"Oh, that's it. Is Rangely to die?"
"Pooh, it isn't Rangely. He's too insignificant. I can snub him any
time. It's better fun than that."
"Well, let's hear."
"You know that Marion Delegass is to end her season with a week in
Boston."
"Well? You are not going to Boston to see her, are you? You've seen her
in Paris and New York enough to last, I should think."
"Oh, no; I'm going to meet her."
"Marion Delegass, the most notoriously disreputable actress even on the
French stage? Well, she'll be a change from your parsons."
"Luckily her last week is the week of the consecration of the heathen."
"Is she to take part?"
"Don't be flippant.
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