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I could do nothing but obey her wish; still I secretly questioned the wisdom of doing so, especially when, as I went on, I observed stealing over her listening face the shadow of some disturbing thought. "Well now, Cissy is thoroughly well frightened," observed Atherley. "Perhaps we had better go to bed."
Far from that; it has a very high ethical standard indeed a very moral aim. One of its chief objects is to establish a universal brotherhood amongst men of all nations and sects." "A what?" asked Atherley. "A universal brotherhood." "My dear Mrs. Molyneux, you don't mean to seriously offer that as a novelty. I never heard anything so hackneyed in my life.
If you would read the batch of letters now on my writing-table from tenant-farmers you would see what I mean: barns, roofs, gates, everything is falling to pieces and must immediately be repaired at the landlord's expense, of course." "We must send for a plasterer," said Lady Atherley, "and then the doctor. Perhaps you would have time to go round his way, George."
"Do not believe him, Cecilia," said Lady Atherley: "he thinks there is no one in the world like you." "Fortunately for the world," said Atherley; "any more of the sort would spoil it. But I am not going to stay here to be bullied by two women at once. Rather than that, I will go and write letters." He went, and soon afterwards Lady Atherley followed him. Then the two little boys came in with Tip.
I dragged myself up after my usual fashion, and was preparing to follow him, when Lady Atherley, directly he was gone, began: "It is such a pity that clever people can never see things as others do. George always goes on in this way as if the ghost were of no consequence, but I always knew how it would be.
Here we were interrupted by a great stir in the hall outside, and Lady Atherley looked in to explain that the carriage with Uncle Augustus was just coming down the drive.
Very well, then, you cannot say that about this religion, because this is what is so remarkable and elevated about it it has nothing to do with God at all." "Nothing to do with what did you say?" asked Lady Atherley, diverted by this last remark from a long row of loops upon an ivory needle which she appeared to be counting. "Nothing to do with God."
"The room is all ready now," said Lady Atherley, "but Lucinda has never written to say what train she is coming by." "A good thing, too," said Atherley; "we shall not have to send for her. Those unlucky horses are worked off their legs already. Is that the carriage coming back from Rood Warren? Harold, run and stop it, and tell Marsh to drive round to the door before he goes to the stables.
Atherley and the children walked home while we waited for the Canon, who stayed behind to exchange a few words in the vestry with his old schoolfellow, Mr. Jackson. As we drove home he made, aloud, some reflections, probably suggested by the difference between their positions. "It really grieves me to see Jackson where he is at his age. He deserves a better living.
"Besides, le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle," said Atherley, "if the spirits you are to converse with are anything like those we used to meet in your drawing-room." "That is not the same thing at all; these were only spooks." "Only what?" "No, I will not explain; you only mean to make fun of it, and there is nothing to laugh at.
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