Was it the little possessive pronoun that sent the
sudden thrill through the unexpecting wrist? At any rate it trembled;
the cup, the saucer, the coffee, the spoon, followed a well known
precedent, and "went to pieces all at once;" "all at once and nothing
first just as bubbles do when they burst." And so alas! did the
conversation, and that burst a beautiful bubble Norman had just blown.
Damages were barely repaired when Eric entered the breakfast room with a
petulant sort of face and flung himself into a chair. "My! what a head I
have on me this morning," he groaned. "Soda water would be worth all the
coffee in the world, Mae; I'll take it black, if you please. How cosy
you two look. I always take too much of every thing at a party, from
flirtation to--O, Mae, you needn't look so sad. I'm not the one in
disgrace now. Mrs. Jerrold, Edith and Albert are just piping mad at you,
and as for Mann, here,--by the way," and Eric rubbed his forehead, as if
trying to sharpen up a still sleepy memory, "I suppose you two have had
it out by this time.
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