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"Don't dance! What have you been doing with yourself, then—backing other men's bills?" said the father. DON'T DANCE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOURSELF THEN BACKING OTHER MEN'S BILLS SAID THE FATHER
rgie spoke of war as it is waged to-day, and his father cross-questioned. They went out on the terrace to smoke among the roses, and the shadow of the old house lay long across the wonderful English foliage, which is the only living green in the world. “Perfect! By Jove, it’s perfect!” Georgie was looking at the round-bosomed woods beyond the home paddock, where the white pheasant boxes were ranged; and the golden air was full of a hundred sacred scents and sounds. Georgie felt his father’s arm tighten in his. “It’s not half bad—but _hodie mihi, cras tibi_, isn’t it? I suppose you’ll be turning up some fine day with a girl under your arm, if you haven’t one now, eh?” “You can make your mind easy, sir. I haven’t one.” “Not in all these years?” said the mother. “I hadn’t time, mummy. They keep a man pretty busy, these days, in the service, and most of our mess are unmarried, too.” “But you must have met hundreds in society—at balls, and so on?” “I’m like the Tenth, mummy: I don’t dance.” ISTENED WITH HIS PROFESSIONAL MASK OFF WHEN MASTER GEORGIE SPOKE OF WAR AS ITS WAGE TO DAY AND HIS FATHER CROSS QUESTIONED THEY WENT OUT ON THE TERRACE TO SMOKE AMONG THE ROSES AND THE SHADOW OF THE OLD HOUSE LAY LONG ACROSS THE WONDERFUL ENGLISH FOLIAGE WHICH IS THE ONLY LIVING GREEN IN THE WORLD PERFECT BY JOVE IT'S PERFECT GEORGIE WAS LOOKING AT THE ROUND BOSOMED WOODS BEYOND THE HOME PADDOCK WHERE THE WHITE PHEASANT BOXES WERE RANGED AND THE GOLDEN AIR WAS FULL OF A HUNDRED SACRED SCENTS AND SOUNDS GEORGIE FELT HIS FATHER'S ARM TIGHTEN IN HIS IT'S NOT HALF BAD BEHOLY ME HE CRUST TEBEE ISN'T IT I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE TURNING UP SOME FINE DAY WITH A GIRL UNDER YOUR ARM IF YOU HAVEN'T ONE NOW EH YOU CAN MAKE YOUR MIND EASY SIR I HAVEN'T ONE NOT IN ALL THESE YEARS SAID THE MOTHER I HADN'T TIME MUMMY THEY KEEP A MAN PRETTY BUSY THESE DAYS IN THE SERVICE AND MOST OF OUR MESS ARE UNMARRIED TOO BUT YOU MUST HAVE MET HUNDREDS IN SOCIETY AT BALLS AND SO ON I'M LIKE THE TENTH MUMMY I DON'T DANCE
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