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She found that her father and the gentleman from the forests of Burmah, after a very prolonged and brilliant “h’rrmping” match, had settled down to conversation. But unhappily the conversation was unsuitable for her.
“Siam, Cambodia, Tonquin, the country is full of such temples. They take you there and show you them.”
“Wonderful,” said Mr. Preemby. “Wonderful. And you do not think the carvings you speak of—? Some high symbolism?”
Both gentlemen became aware of Christina Alberta, attentive and hovering.
“Symbolism,” said the arboreal gentleman, “Symbolism,” and had complicated pharyngeal difficulties. “Heathenish indecency. Difficult to discuss.... Presence of young lady.... H’rrmp.”
“H’rrmp,” said Mr. Preemby. “Had you come down to say good night, my dear? We are having a rather—rather technical talk.”
“Sounds like it, Daddy,” said Christina Alberta, and went round and sat on the arm of his chair for a moment.
“Good night, little Daddy,” she said.
Reflective moment.
“I think this Tumbridge is going to suit me,” said Mr. Preemby.
“I hope it will, little Daddy. Good night.”