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 CHAPTER VII

THREE OLD MAIDS

Bombay I said good-bye to Lady Manifold and Marjory. They were going up to stay with friends in Jeypore and then on to Delhi, where we should meet again. I'm sorry, but I must confess it, that I parted from Marjory without regret. She had been all very well as a casual sort of acquaintance at home, but after having lived with her for over a fortnight, I hadn't anything left to say to her. She was one of those people who make you feel positively tired after you've lived with them a bit. She made me just dumb, and I'm not often taken that way. I guess it is that she isn't a woman's woman. She has got plenty to say to anything that calls itself a man, but I suppose it is she doesn't take the trouble to make herself pleasant to women. It's a mistake, because a man at heart really likes a woman's woman best. He'll flirt right enough with the one, but he'll marry the other. Berengaria was stationed at Slumpanuggur, a fearsome railway journey distant from Bombay,