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spottin' a cook anywhere. Well, the marquise giggled 'Take care!' and nearly had a fit. And if there was n't my late partner close to my shoulder. 'That's Lady Turnour, one of my guests,' said the marquise. Little witch, she looked more pleased than shocked; but 'pon my honour, you could have knocked me down with a feather. I hope the good lady did n't hear, but my friends tell me I talk as if I were yellin' through a megaphone, so I 'm afraid she got the news."
"What did you do?" I gasped.
"Do? I jumped up as if I 'd been shot, and trotted over to ask you to dance. But I expect it will get about."
Now I knew why Lady Turnour had glared. Poor woman! I was really sorry for her—on this, her happy night!
