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“I know your tobacco — it’s Benson and Hedges’ and smells like apples.”
“Miss Moores, you don’t mean to say that you
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Mamma cut me off with — well, I won’t say with a glare; there was too much amiability in her mute repudiation. And Miss Moores went on to explain: “Mr. Hodge always smoked a pipe and that kind of tobacco; on and off the stage. He used to carry a pipe in his upper vest pocket. You could smell him coming. Oh, not that I mind the odor! But it did seem extravagant when one night he complained because I had had garlic sausage with my dinner; and I determined to get even. I conspired with his Japanese valet and got a couple of slices of garlic sausage placed in his vest pocket where his pipe ought to have been. But you couldn’t rock Mr. Hodge with an earthquake. He calmly ate the sausage, and breathed heavily on me in our love scene.”
“My dear,” said mamma, feelingly, “I don’t think you should tell these intimate things.”
“I know they’re just what Mr. Stevens likes, and you know how long I’ve longed to have him write an interview with me. I’m going to tell him about the squab and William Courtenay.”
“My dear! You can’t!”
“Can’t I? You know, Mr. Stevens, I’d always had the most romantic ideas about William Courtenay; when I was a child he was my stage hero, and he kept on being my stage hero. Well, Mr. Hodge knew that I sort of secretly worshiped William Courtenay, and I don’t think he liked the idea, being a rather widely worshiped person himself.”
“Women just make fools of themselves over Mr. Hodge,” sighed Mrs. Moores.