I Forbid the Banns! — page 325: what you’re looking at

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ON SOME FORMS OF IMPUDENCE. 315 calls his Oriedtal roob, but it’s do bore Oriedtal than Labs ‘* Anywhere out of this,” said Bertha, going through the gorgeous hangings of the doorway, surmounted by a Cairo carving. | In less than a quarter of an hour a pale-faced, melan- choly man, with a roll of music in his hand, like a field mar- shal’s baton, appeared at the end of the corridor. Hewas recognized ina moment. A whisper went down the groups that Monomime had arrived. The lugubrious person with the music was known as the funniest entertainer in Lon- don. Andhis latest sketch, entitled ‘“ Mrs. Butterfly’s Ball,” had taken the town by storm. When Mr. Monomine had gone to the music room, the corridor was almost deserted. Charlie Barham had just heard that unless he hurried into the music room he would only just hear Mr. Monomime’s marvelous imitation of the calling of the carriages outside Mrs. Butterfly’s mansion. So he forsook the ice-—not pineapple—which he was eating in a secluded nook down- stairs (it was his fifth) and hastened along the corridor. Just as he was passing the entrance to the Oriental room, the heavy hangings of the Cairo doorway billowed forward and from their folds a figure burst and stood outside with clenched hands and white face, looking around in a dazed way. “Great Admiral! What has happened, Mrs. Charlton ?” cried Charlie. ‘ For God’s sake, don’t look in that way. Surely you’re not one of the fainting lot.” “ Charlie,” said. Bertha in a voice of Heat sobs, “take me to—to my husband. I must get away from this horrible place—it is stifling me.” ‘“ Sorry you are feeling a bit faint,” cried Charlie for the benefit of the people who still remained in the corridor, and who seemed anxious to learn what had occurred to cause CORMIEIOOKS (C6)