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"I should just think I was," said Bateman. His eyes devoured the restless scene. "I guess there's a bit more traffic here than in your South Sea island," laughed Mr Hunter. "Did you like it there?" "Give me Chicago, dad," answered Bateman. "You haven't brought Edward Barnard back with you." "No." "How was he?" Bateman was silent for a moment, and his handsome, sensitive face darkened.
"Pardon me," interrupted Bateman, "Gregorians were Jewish, not Pagan." "Be it so, for argument sake," said Campbell; "still, at least, they were not of Christian origin. Next, both the old music and the old architecture were inartificial and limited, as methods of exhibiting their respective arts. You can't have a large Grecian temple, you can't have a long Gregorian Gloria."
He talked quite naturally, without malice, as though he were relating his experiences at a foreign university. He addressed himself to Bateman and Bateman was confused and then confounded. He saw Edward's eyes fixed on him and there was in them a flicker of amusement.
It was late, and time to dress for the evening festivities. Kitty was in her cubicle. Mary Bateman in hers. Neither girl had drawn her curtain, and when they saw Florence they each began to talk to her. "Do you know, Florence," said Mary, "that that little genius Kitty has absolutely written her essay, finished it all between tea and this hour.
What business had she to play the spy upon my daughter? She does well to be a prude, for she is as ugly as sin. But we are in her power. She is to go to-morrow with Julia to Devonshire. It will make a quarrel between me and Miss Bateman no matter for that; for now, the sooner we get rid of that Rosamunda, too, the better she talks me dead, and will let no one talk but herself.
"There's some mystery and I'm going to clear it up. That's the only way to do it." "Oh, Bateman, how can you be so good and kind?" she exclaimed. "You know there's nothing in the world I want more than your happiness, Isabel." She looked at him and she gave him her hands. "You're wonderful, Bateman. I didn't know there was anyone in the world like you. How can I ever thank you?"
Up, it being my Lord Mayor's day, Sir Anthony Bateman. This morning was brought home my new velvet cloake, that is, lined with velvet, a good cloth the outside, the first that ever I had in my life, and I pray God it may not be too soon now that I begin to wear it.
Yet time, and intercourse with the more advanced Unitarians, brought me, in a few years, to look on Parker as my model man. When I first heard an Unitarian say, "Supernaturalism is superstition," I gave him to understand that I did not feel easy in his company. "You are right," said Dr. Bateman, "Pay no regard to such extreme views: preach your own old-fashioned practical doctrines."
"I don't think we're speaking of the same person," answered Bateman, frigidly. He was startled. It was queer that Arnold Jackson, known apparently to all and sundry, should live here under the disgraceful name in which he had been convicted. But Bateman could not imagine whom it was that he passed off as his nephew. Mrs Longstaffe was his only sister and he had never had a brother.
To celebrate his recovery, his lordship determined to give a ball; and Miss Bateman persuaded him to make it a fancy ball. In this family, unfortunately, every occurrence, even every proposal of amusement, became a subject of dispute and a source of misery.
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