While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’
It was a portrait. . ’
Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told
Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had
once been willowy. The
subject matter was generally worthless, but the handling was well done. “You haven’t come here to make a lot
of difficulties?” she asked. The ring's yours, and you're
mine. ‘That,’ he said stonily, ‘is yet another point over which we fell out. For a space he rode the whirligig. But you—you have a good face. She was greatly heartened by doing this.
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