Tramore and her
daughter. Rose recalled him to her mother, who looked at first as
though she didn't remember him but presently bestowed a sufficiently
gracious smile on Mr. Guy Mangler. He gave with youthful candour the
history of his movements and indicated the whereabouts of his family:
he was with his mother and sisters; they had met the Bob Veseys, who
had taken Lord Whiteroy's yacht and were going to Constantinople.
His mother and the girls, poor things, were at the Grand Hotel, but
he was on the yacht with the Veseys, where they had Lord Whiteroy's
cook. Wasn't the food in Venice filthy, and wouldn't they come and
look at the yacht? She wasn't very fast, but she was awfully jolly.
His mother might have come if she would, but she wouldn't at first,
and now, when she wanted to, there were other people, who naturally
wouldn't turn out for her. Mr. Mangler sat down; he alluded with
artless resentment to the way, in July, the door of his friends had
been closed to him. He was going to Constantinople, but he didn't
care--if THEY were going anywhere; meanwhile his mother hoped awfully
they would look her up.
Lady Maresfield, if she had given her son any such message, which
Rose disbelieved, entertained her hope in a manner compatible with
her sitting for half an hour, surrounded by her little retinue,
without glancing in the direction of Mrs.
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