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It was hers, hers! She listened, but the only answer was the humming of the bees in the still September morning. Chiltern's voice aroused her. He was standing in the breakfast room talking to the old butler. "You're sure there were no other letters, Starling, besides these bills?" Honora became tense.
Phineas could not help thinking of Lord Chiltern's opinion that it would have been wise to have left Mr. Kennedy in the hands of the garrotters. The debate on the second reading of the bill was to be commenced on the 1st of March, and two days before that Lady Laura arrived in Grosvenor Place.
Did the garden cast the spell by which she saw herself on the seat? or was it Chiltern's voice? She would indeed love and cherish it. And was it true that she belonged there, securely infolded within those peaceful walls? How marvellously well was Thalia playing her comedy! Which was the real, and which the false?
Had Miss Effingham shown the slightest intention of accepting Lord Chiltern's offer, he would have acknowledged to himself that the circumstances of his position made it impossible that he should, with honour, become his friend's rival.
"Hugh has such a faculty," complained Mr. Grainger, "of turning up at the wrong moment!" Dinner was announced. She took Chiltern's arm, and they fell into file behind a lady in yellow, with a long train, who looked at her rather hard. It was Mrs. Freddy Maitland. Her glance shifted to Chiltern, and it seemed to Honora that she started a little.
Nor need the details of that interminable journey down the crowded artery of Broadway to the Centre of Things be entered into. An ignoble errand, Honora thought; and she sat very still, with flushed cheeks, in the corner of the carriage. Chiltern's finer feelings came to her rescue. He, too, resented this senseless demand of civilization as an indignity to their Olympian loves.
A few minutes later, in continuation of the same strange dream, Honora was standing at Chiltern's side and the Reverend Mr. White was addressing them: What he said apart of it at least seemed curiously familiar. Chiltern put a ring on a finger of her ungloved hand. It was a supreme moment in her destiny this she knew.
"My dear Hugh," said he, "what you have said pains me excessively-excessively. I ahem fail to grasp it. As an old friend of your family of your father I take the liberty of begging you to reconsider your words." Chiltern's eyes blazed. "Since you have mentioned my father, Mr.
Was it some such teaching as this that had jarred against Lord Chiltern's susceptibilities, and had seemed to him to be a repetition of his father's sermons? "A man should try to be something," said Phineas. "And a woman must be content to be nothing, unless Mr. Mill can pull us through! And now, tell me, have you seen Lady Laura?" "Not lately." "Nor Mr. Kennedy?"
Did the garden cast the spell by which she saw herself on the seat? or was it Chiltern's voice? She would indeed love and cherish it. And was it true that she belonged there, securely infolded within those peaceful walls? How marvellously well was Thalia playing her comedy! Which was the real, and which the false?
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