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The programme, speaking generally, was a somewhat heavy and dull one, and the special new work, namely, Elgar's "Dream of Gerontius," was disappointing, in spite of its skilful construction, its splendid orchestration, and its conspicuous touches of character and originality. Mr.
How had she come to marry the man of whom Elgar's phrases had produced such a hateful image? What was the state, in very deed, of her mind at present? What awaited her in the future? It was curious that Mrs. Baske's face was much more recoverable by his mind's eye than Cecily's. In fact, to see Miriam cost him no effort at all; equally at will, he heard the sound of her voice.
Miriam flushed a little; the artist moved from one attitude to another, and began to play destructively with a tassel. "Yes," he answered. "I have a deep interest in Mrs. Elgar's welfare that needs no explaining and I have reason to fear that something in which I was recently concerned may have made you less disposed to think of her as I wish you to. Is it so or not?"
"Aunt, you can see that this letter is written so as to allow of my showing it to you." "I have noticed that, of course. It makes Mr. Elgar's way of proceeding seem still more strange to me. He is good enough to ask you to relieve him of what he thinks " "You misunderstand him, aunt, entirely. I cannot explain it to you. Only trust me, I beg, to do what I know to be right.
Elgar's quiet rebuke brought the perspiration to his forehead, and made him rub his hands together. Like many a better man, he could not do justice to the parts he really possessed, save when sitting in solitude with a sheet of paper before him. Though he had a confused perception that Mrs.
"From all we know of her," were the words he substituted. "She is more like her father than I had supposed," said Mrs. Lessingham, meditatively. Mallard stood up. "You will let her know that I have been here?" "Certainly." "She has expressed no wish to see me?" "None. I had better report to her simply that you have no objection to Mr. Elgar's visits." "That is all I would say at present.
Elgar's care to that of Mrs. Lessingham, was I doing right?" "Mallard, you are a curious instance of the Puritan conscience surviving in a man whose intellect is liberated. The note of your character, including your artistic character, is this conscientiousness. Without it, you would have had worldly success long ago. Without it, you wouldn't talk nonsense of Cecily Doran.
And it rained, it rained. Wet and weary, they had no choice but to return to the inn. Elgar's animation had given place to fretfulness; Mallard, after his miserable night, eared little to converse, and would gladly have been alone. A midday meal, with liberal supply of wine, helped them somewhat, and they sat down to smoke in their bedroom.
"And yet it will certainly be the ease as long as he remains here or wherever else we happen to be living." Mrs. Lessingham allowed her to ponder this for a few minutes. Then she resumed the train of thought. "Have you had leisure yet to ask yourself, my dear, what use you will make of the great influence you have acquired over Mr. Elgar's mind?"
Cecily began to speak of how she had spent the day. Her aunt was making purchases was later in returning than had been expected. Then she asked for an account of Elgar's doings since they last met. The conversation grew easier Reuben began to recover his natural voice, and to lose disagreeable self-consciousness in the delight of hearing Cecily and meeting her look.
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