part of the house the sound of singing; slow, long-drawn, rather tuneless singing 杭州夜网的信息靠谱吗 of a few voices, male and female.
“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!” exclaimed Mrs. Errington, “Oh dear me,
Sarah, how is this?”
Algernon made a comical face of disgust, and put his hands to his ears.
“It be as Mr. Powell’s ha’ come back, mum,” said Sarah, with much gravity.
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“Come back! Where has he been?” asked Algernon, carelessly.
“On ‘is rounds, please, sir.”
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He was smiling with a sort of contemptuous amusement, and touching random notes here and there on the harpsichord with one finger.
“There will be no getting Rhoda upstairs to-night,” said Mrs. Errington. “Poor little thing! she’s in for a whole evening of psalm-singing.”
Algernon rose from the instrument with a clouded brow. His face wore the petulant look of a spoiled child, whose will has been unexpectedly crossed.
“Deuce take Mr. Powell, and all Welsh Methodists like him!” said he.
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“Will you have a game of cribbage with 杭州会所论坛 me, Mr. Diamond? This naughty boy will scarcely ever play with me. Or, if you prefer it, dummy whist——?”
“No whist for me,” interposed Algernon, decisively. “It is such a botheration. And I play so atrociously that it would be cruel to ask Mr. Diamond to sit down with me.”
With that he returned to the harpsichord, and began singing softly to himself in snatches.
“Cribbage then?” said Mrs. Errington in her mellow, measured tones.
Mr. Diamond let fall the blind from his hand so roughly that the wooden roller rattled against the wainscot, and advanced 杭州油压好的地方 to the table where Mrs. Errington was already setting forth the cards and cribbage-board. He sat down without a word,
cut the cards as she directed, shuffled, dealt, and played in a moody sort of silent manner; which, however, did not affect Mrs. Errington’s nerves at all.
Meanwhile, 杭州按摩全套 there went on beneath Algernon’s love-songs and the few utterances of the players which the game necessitated, a kind of accompanying “bourdon” of voices from downstairs. Sometimes one single voice would rise in passionate tones, almost as if in wrath. Then came singing again, which, softened by distance, had a wild, wailing character of ineffable melancholy. Algernon paused in his fitful playing and singing, as though unwilling to be in dissonance with those long