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LADY GEORGINA LOAMER reclined at her ease in a long cane chair, a cigarette between her heavily-carmined lips, her bright eyes fixed upon her son. That small-featured man was not happy, and he had less reason for happiness because of his mother's awful calm. A dozen times he took out his monocle, polished and replaced it in position. His fingers beat a miserable tattoo on the arm of the chair, and his mechanical smile was little more than a grimace. The town was still crowded; Main Avenue was a vista of twinkling lights. The blaring circus band had just passed under the window, interrupting their conversation, and incidentally affording a blessed respite for Mr. Loamer.
"What are you going to do?" she asked. When Lady Georgina Loamer was annoyed, her voice had a peculiar hoarseness. And she was hoarse now.