"No—what now?" enquired Mrs. Trapes, as though on the verge of collapsing.
"Well, read that—right there!" and unfolding an evening paper, Mrs. Bowker pointed to a paragraph tucked away into a corner, and, drawing a deep breath, Mrs. Trapes read aloud as follows:
It is understood that Geoffrey Ravenslee, the well-known sportsman and millionaire, winner of last year's International Automobile race and holder of the world's long-distance speed record, has lately paid a record price in a real estate deal. A certain tenement building off Tenth Avenue has been purchased by him, the cost of which, it is rumoured, was fabulous.
"Fab'lous!" repeated Mrs. Trapes, and sniffed. "Well, I never had no use fer millionaires, anyway—they're generally fools or rogues—this one's a fool sure—any one is as would give much fer a place like Mulligan's—an' yet, come t' think of it again—'are warned as all rents will be re-dooced fifty per cent. by order'—yes, come t' think of it again, what I say is—God bless this millionaire, an' whatever he is, Ann Angelina Trapes is sure goin' t' mention him before th' Throne this night."
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHICH SHOULD HAVE RELATED DETAILS OF A WEDDING
"It's all very, very wonderful, Ann, dear! But then—everything is so wonderful—just lately!"
"Meanin' what, Hermy?"
Hermione was darning one of Spike's much-mended socks, while Mrs. Trapes sat drinking tea. "Meanin' jest what is wonderful, my dear, and—since when?" she persisted.