I am to give Mlle. Delegass a luncheon. I've
arranged it by letter. By one of the most curious coincidences in the
world it comes on the very day of the consecration."
"That is amusing, but I don't see that it's much of a revenge."
"No?" Elsie responded demurely, casting down her eyes. "I am so sorry
that Mrs. Strathmore can't come."
"Mrs. Strathmore? You didn't ask her!"
"Why, of course, Chauncy, I wanted to show that I hadn't any ill
feeling against the family of my bishop."
"To meet Marion Delegass?"
"Of course. I thought it would liven Mrs. Strathmore up a little. She
always reminded me of water-gruel with not enough salt in it."
Dr. Wilson burst into a roar of laughter, leaning back in his chair and
slapping his knee.
"Marion Delegass! Why she's left more husbands and lovers behind her
than a sailor has wives! Marion Delegass and that prig in petticoats!
Well, Elsie, you do beat the devil!"
"Am I to understand that you know His Satanic Majesty well enough to
speak with authority?" she laughed. "What do you think now of my
revenge?"
"I don't exactly see where the revenge comes in.
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