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It is a curious fact that it is possible for two persons to live together for more than a third of a century, and at the end of that time understand each other little better than at the beginning. The sole bond between Euphrasia and Hilary was that of Sarah Austen and her son.
"It was at your request that I went into the law. I have learned to like that profession. I have stuck to it as well as my wandering, Bohemian nature will permit, and while I do not expect you necessarily to feel any pride in such progress as I have made, I have hoped that you might feel an interest." The Honourable Hilary grunted again. "I suppose I am by nature a free-lance," Austen continued.
But in the passage she paused; an unwonted, or rather untimely, sound reached her ears, a sound which came from the front of the house and at nine o'clock in the morning! Had Austen been at home, Euphrasia would have thought nothing of it.
I repeat, I am glad that your good sense led you to refrain from coming as a candidate before that Convention. There is time enough in the future, and you could not have been nominated." "On the contrary," answered Austen, quietly, "I could have been nominated." Mr. Flint smiled knowingly but with an effort.
Misjudged, misused, even though friendless, it would continue to serve the people. So noble, indeed, was the picture which Mr. Billings' eloquence raised up that his voice shook with emotion as he finished. In the opinion of many of the spectators Austen Vane had yet to learn the art of oratory.
The succeeding years brought letters and quaint, useless presents to both the occupants of the lonely house, Navajo blankets and Indian jeweler and basket-work, and Austen little knew how carefully these were packed away and surreptitiously gazed at from time to time.
Harmon arrived, was met at the station by Austen, and spent half an hour with Dr. Tredway. At noon the examination was complete. Thanks to generations of self-denial by the Vanes of Camden Street, Mr. Hilary Vane might live indefinitely, might even recover, partially; but at present he was condemned to remain, with his memories, in the great canopied bed.
Suppose I told you that Austen Vane has avoided me, that he would not utter a word against you or in favour of himself? Suppose I told you that I, your daughter, thought there might be two sides to the political question that is agitating you, and wished in fairness to hear the other side, as I intended to tell you when you were less busy?
Fielding, Scott to some extent, Miss Austen had had it. Dickens, till Great Expectations at least, never achieved and I believe never attempted it. Bulwer, having failed in it for twenty years, struck it at last about this time, and so did, even before him, Mrs. Marsh, and perhaps others, falteringly and incompletely.
Meader had possession of the five senses nay, of the six. Austen sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Tredway tells me you are getting along finely," he said. "No thanks to the railrud," answered Mr. Meader; "they done their best." "Did you hear any whistle or any bell?" Austen asked. "Not a sound," said Mr. Meader; "they even shut off their steam on that grade."
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