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Read Ebook: Punch or the London Charivari Vol. 146 June 17 1914 by Various Seaman Owen Editor
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p some dances for you!"
But Dorice, with that delightful suddenness which is one of her most charming characteristics, had rung off, leaving my destination a mystery.
However, there was no time to worry about details. I told a dreadful lie to a man with whom I had an appointment, left the office and did wonderful things in the way of changing my clothes, packing my bag, and boarding a moving train.
At Naughton station I engaged a cab.
"Where to?" asked the driver, as he readied down for my bag.
It was the question I had been asking myself all the way in the train.
"That's just it," I said miserably, "I don't know."
He was a sympathetic-looking cabman--not one of the modern type, but the aged director of a thin horse and a genuinely antique four-wheeler.
"That's all right, Sir," answered the sympathetic cabman encouragingly; "you were told to drive straight to the 'all; that'll be Naughton 'All."
He proceeded to awaken the thin horse.
"There is a big do on there to-night, Sir. It's a fair way out, but I'll 'ave yer there in no time."
"My dear good man," I remonstrated nervously, "for heaven's sake don't rush at things like that. Is this particular dance you wish to take me to given by some people named Perry?"
The sympathetic cabman was a little pained at my ignorance.
Dorice had not said who was actually giving the dance.
With vague misgivings I climbed into the cab.
"Go ahead," I said, with my heart in my boots; "drive away and let's get it over."
It was a long drive, and more than once I was nearly killed through hanging my body from the cab window in a vain attempt to catch a glimpse of Dorice in one or other of the motors that passed us on the road.
At Naughton Hall I looked out for her expectantly.
There was not a soul in the room that I knew. In a fit of dreadful panic I began to search desperately. Dorice was nowhere to be found, and the hand started upon the first waltz.
To me it was like a nightmare.
One thing I remember was finding myself dancing with a Miss Giggleswick.
I don't pretend to explain how it happened. As far as I can make out, some hospitably disposed person decided that he was expected to know me and find me a partner.
Anyhow, I danced with a Miss Giggleswick, and also I talked to her.
I asked her very seriously if she knew anything of Dorice.
Miss Giggleswick thought I was referring to some new authoress.
"Yes--yes," she said thoughtfully, "I must have read some of them, but I can't remember which ones--I'm so silly about names."
After a time I pulled myself together, and somehow escaped from Miss Giggleswick. I made my way to the cloakroom, grabbed my coat and bag, and rushed for the front door.
Once outside I ran for my life.
I ran down the drive and along the road towards Naughton.
I floundered on blindly through thick mud and pools of water.
"A fine night!" shouted a cheerful ass as I struggled past him.
I pulled up sharply and peered at him through the darkness.
"A fine night? Oh, yes, it's a fine night," I laughed wildly; "but just tell me one other thing. Is there any other hall in this district except Naughton Hall?"
"Has anybody ever been known to give a dance there?"
"Ay, I dare say."
With grim determination I clutched my bag and trudged on.
It was late when I crawled up the steps of Naughton Parish Hall.
I threw my things in a corner, scraped some of the mud off my trousers, removed my bow from the back of my neck, and staggered in the direction of the music. A one-step was just over, and the dancers were crowding the foyer.
Dorice appeared with her partner.
I went and stood before her.
"Dorice," I stammered brokenly, "I--I've come."
Dorice excused herself from her partner and took me into a corner.
"Hear me first," I pleaded, utterly crushed. "Hear me first, Dorice. I've done my best. I went to the wrong place. You rang off without giving me the proper address. A blundering villain of a cabman took me to--Naughton Hall. They made me dance with somebody named Giggleswick. I escaped as soon as I could and came here. I ran a lot of the way."
I looked up at her beseechingly.
Then I discovered that my life was not blighted for ever.
Dorice was smiling upon me--yes, smiling! She leant forward eagerly and touched my hand.
"Anybody could have gone in my place," I murmured; "I didn't enjoy it at all."
Dorice got up and took hold of my arm.
"Come on," she said with suppressed excitement, "this is splendid!"
She took me through a crowd of people and introduced me to Mr. and Mrs. Perry.
Then she raised her voice.
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