United States or Belarus ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
There was religion as the Friedlands understood it a faith convinced of God, and of a meaning for human life, trusting the "larger hope" that springs out of the daily struggle of conscience, and the garnered experience of feeling. Both in Friedland and his wife, there breathed a true spiritual dignity and peace. But Laura was not affected by this fact in the least.
That past physical ecstasy in spring in flowing water in flowers in light and colour where was it gone? Let these tears these helpless tears make answer! Music? books? the books that "make incomparable old maids" friends? The thought of the Friedlands made her realise that she could still love. But after all how little! against how much! Religion? All religion need not be as Alan Helbeck's.
Friedland's side something respectful and cordial, something generous and understanding, for which Laura loved the infirm and grey-haired scholar, and would always love him. She shed some stormy tears after parting with the Friedlands, otherwise she left Cambridge with joy. On the day before they left Cambridge Augustina received a parcel of books from her brother.
She noticed that not only was Friday a fast-day, but Wednesday also was an "abstinence" day; that he looked with disquiet upon the books and magazines that were often sent her by the Friedlands, and would sometimes gently beg her for the Sisters' sake to put them out of sight; that on the subject of balls and theatres he spoke sometimes with a severity no member of the Metropolitan Tabernacle could have outdone.
I have been talking to her, Alan, about about what she means to do." "Did she tell you her plans?" He spoke very calmly, holding his sister's hand. "She doesn't seem to have any. The Friedlands have offered her a home, of course. Alan! will you put your ear down to me?" He stooped, and she whispered brokenly, holding him several times when he would have drawn back.
All this in a confidential and appealing tone, which he no doubt imagined to be most suitable to women, especially young women. Laura thought it impertinent and unbecoming, and longed to be rid of him. At last the turning to the Friedlands' house appeared. She stood still, and stiffly wished him good-bye. But he retained her hand and pressed it ardently. "Oh! Miss Fountain we have both suffered!"
She did not want to hear of Cambridge or the Friedlands, still less of the farm. Her whole interest now was centred in her own state, and in the Catholic joys and duties which it still permitted. She never spoke of her husband; Laura bitterly noted it.
Augustina knitted with all her might for a few minutes, and then looked up. "Don't you think," she said, with a timid change of tone "don't you think, dear, you might go to Cambridge for a few weeks? I am sure the Friedlands would take you in. You would come in for all the parties, and and you needn't trouble about me. Sister Angela's niece could come and stay here for a few weeks.
She brought it to Helbeck. He looked at it blindly, then gradually remembered the name and the facts connected with it. He wrote and sent a message to Dr. and Mrs. Friedland asking them of their kindness to come to Bannisdale. The Friedlands arrived late at night. They saw the child to whom they had given their hearts lying at peace in the old tapestried room.
The young man checked himself, flushed still redder, then resumed. "Well, we're cousins, you see though of course I don't mean to say that we're her sort you understand?" "Miss Fountain is ready," said Mrs. Friedland. Mason looked round, saw the little figure in the doorway, and hastily saluting the Friedlands, took his leave.
Word Of The Day