I looked at Lady Marriott and saw a shrinking in her face responding to the disgust I felt. I looked away again to spare her, when suddenly there came a loud unmistakeable noise and then an overpowering odor. I stared at the big glutton opposite me, but he had already finished a third plateful of the exquisite Scotch beef and was wiping his forehead in serene unconsciousness of having done anything out of the common. I stole a glance at Lady Marriott: she was as white as a ghost and her first helping of meat still lay untouched upon her plate.
Harris considerately rescued Lady Marriott from her ordeal, then:
As soon as Lady Marriott breathed the pure air of the stairway she began to revive, while the change taught me how terrible the putrid atmosphere of the dining-room had become. "That's my first City dinner," said Lady Marriott, drawing a long breath as we sat down in the drawing-room, "and I hope devoutly it may be my last. How awful men can be!"
"So that's Sir Robert Fowler," I said. "The best Lord Mayor, the only scholarly Lord Mayor, London has ever had!"
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