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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"An Amiable Charlatan"

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He had no sooner left me than I found I was absolutely compelled to devote
myself to one or two of my guests who wished to play bridge, and others of
whom I had seen little at dinner time. I kept looking anxiously round and
at last the blow fell! The door opened and Lord Reginald Sidley was
announced. He looked eagerly round the room.
"Hope you don't mind my butting in, old chap!" he said as he shook hands
with me. "The mater telephoned that old Bundercombe and his daughter were
here, so I just rushed round as quick as I could. Regular bricks they were
to me out West! I don't see them anywhere."
I glanced round the room. Just at that moment a waiter from the restaurant
presented himself. He brought me a card upon a salver.
"The gentleman asked me to give you this, sir," he announced.
I picked it up. On the back of a plain visiting card were a few hasty
words, scrawled in pencil:
"So sorry--but Eve is not feeling quite herself and begged me to take her
home at once quietly. My respects and apologies to you and all your
delightful guests."
I read it out and passed it to Reggie. His face fell.
"If that isn't a sell!" he exclaimed. "Fancy your knowing them! Isn't Miss
Bundercombe a topper!"
"She is certainly one of the most charming young women I ever met in my
life," I admitted.


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