man to make Claudius
presentable by the following evening. Baden tailors are used to
providing clothes at short notice; and the man kept his word.
Pending the event, Barker remarked to Claudius that it was a pity they
might not call again before the dinner. Claudius said in some countries
he thought it would be the proper thing; but that in Germany Barker was
undoubtedly right--it would not do at all.
"Customs vary so much in society," said Barker; "now in America we have
such a pretty habit."
"What is that?"
"Sending flowers--we send them to ladies on the smallest provocation."
"But is not the Countess an American?" asked Claudius.
"Yes, certainly. Old Southern family settled north."
"In that case," said Claudius, "the provocation is sufficient. Let us
send flowers immediately." And he took his hat from the table.
Thought Mr. Barker, "My show Doctor is going it;" but he translated his
thoughts into English.
"I think that is a good idea. I will send for a carriage."
"It is only a step," said Claudius, "we had much better walk."
"Well, anything to oblige you."
Claudius had good taste in such things, and the flowers he sent were
just enough to form a beautiful _ensemble_, without producing an
impression of lavish extravagance. As Mr. Barker had said, the sending
of flowers is a "pretty habit,"--a graceful and gentle fashion most
peculiar to America. There is no country where the custom is carried to
the same extent; there is no other country where on certain occasions it
is requested, by advertisement in the newspapers, "that no flowers be
sent." Countess Margaret was charmed, and though Miss Skeat, who loved
roses and lilies, poor thing, offered to arrange them and put them in
water, the dark lady would not let her touch them. She was jealous of
their beauty.
The time seemed long to Claudius, though he went in the meanwhile with
Barker and the British aristocracy to certain races. He rather liked the
racing, though he would not bet. The Duke lost some money, and Barker
won a few hundred francs from a Russian acquaintance. The Duke drank
curacao and potass water, and Mr. Barker drank champagne, while Claudius
smoked innumerable cigarettes. There were a great many bright dresses,
there was a great deal of shouting, and the congregation of the
horse-cads was gathered together.
"It does not look much like Newmarket, does it?" said the Duke.
"More like the Paris Exposition, without the exposit
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