[Cobalt-developers] Egan to reproach Jupiter for his carelessness.

[Betsill <sp...@wo...>]

 from the Tree; and there you were, all ready to receive us, in
immaculate evening dress." "It was pretty quick work," modestly admitted
the young man. "Could you recognise any one in that hurly-burly round
the Tree?" "We didn't till you rose, like a statue of Victory, and began
grabbing for the spoils from the heads and shoulders of your friends.
Who was your pedestal?" Mavering put his hand on his friend's broad
shoulder, and gave him a playful push. Boardman turned up his little
black eyes at him, with a funny gleam in them. "Poor Mr. Boardman!" said
Mrs. Pasmer. "It didn't hurt him a bit," said Mavering, pushing him. "He
liked it." "Of course he did," said Mrs. Pasmer, implying, in flattery
of Mavering, that Boardman might be glad of the distinction; and now
Boardman looked as if he were not. She began to get away in adding, "But
I wonder you don't kill each other." "Oh, we're not so easily killed,"
said Mavering. "And what a fairy scene it was at the spread!" said Mrs.
Pasmer, turning to Boardman. She had already talked its splendours over
with Mavering the same evening. "I thought we should never get out of
the Hall; but when we did get out of the window upon that tapestried
platform, and down on the tennis-ground, with Turkey rugs to hide the
bare sp