He spoke lower than was his wont,
colloquially, almost carelessly, with an amused intonation. "At any
rate," he said, "I trust that Henstead may once more be thought worthy
of the presence of----" He paused, spread out his hands, and sank his
voice in mock humility--"of other ladies besides--my wife."
It was well done. May's ready laugh was but the first of a chorus, and
Quisante, sitting down, knew that his shaft had sped home when somebody
cried, "Three cheers for Lady May Quisante!" and they gave them again and
again, all standing on their feet. Alas for the Dean! For some men there
are many ways out of a corner.
CHAPTER XIII.
NOT SUPERHUMAN.
"I don't set up for being superhuman," said Alexander Quisante with a
shrug and a smile at his sister-in-law, "and I should very soon be told
of my mistake if I did. I had nothing to do with putting the story
about. I never countenanced it in any way. But since it got about, since
Mildmay chose to give himself airs and make a fool of himself, and then
come to me to get him out of his trouble, I thought myself entitled to
give him one little dig.
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