I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. ‘And since the entire company and Pottiswick himself were unable to find hide nor hair of the infernal French female—’ ‘English, Hilary,’ Gerald reminded him. “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them.
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