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"I hate her." "Oh, please don't!" Ruyler smiled into her somber eyes. "She wants the drive, and it would be taking the Gwynnes so far out of the way. Mrs. Thornton very kindly suggested it." "I hate her," said Hélène conclusively. "I wish now I'd kept my own car. Then I could always go home alone." "You shall have a car next winter.
Not only will you protect your own and your friends' investments, but you will protect the interests of the Gwynnes. The father apparently is no business man, the son is to be away; anything might happen. I would hate to see them lose out. You understand?"
He loved his father-in-law, and was quite prepared to love Eleanor too, if she would be one of his party, if she would be on his side, if she would regard the Slopes and the Proudies as the enemies of mankind and acknowledge and feel the comfortable merits of the Gwynnes and Arabins.
As it sometimes happens that persons, or families taught to love each other unknown, when well known learn to hate; so, on the contrary, it is no unfrequent circumstance for those who have lived for years in enmity, when suddenly brought together, to become closer friends than if there had been no former antipathy between them. So it was with the Rothesays and the Gwynnes. Once after Mrs.
Waring-Gaunt in a very few minutes discharged both passengers and freight at the Gwynnes' door, and supper was waiting. "We greatly appreciate your kindness, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt," said Dr. Brown, bowing courteously over her hand. "I shall look in upon your brother to-morrow morning. I hardly think there is any great cause for anxiety." "Oh, thank you, Dr. Brown, I am glad to hear you say that.
Of course, my own money is invested here too and I am working for myself, but I assure you that I chiefly think of them. It is a joy, Miss Brown, to work for those you love." "It is," replied Jane, slightly puzzled at this altruistic point of view; "The Gwynnes are dear people and I am glad for their sakes. I love them." "Yes," continued Switzer, "this will be a great mine.
It will be Jack's eventually one way or another; and Jack must be more like the Eltons than the Gwynnes unless, indeed, he is like his American ancestors." She turned her soft non-committal eyes on the stranger. "You are his thirty-first cousin, are you not?" "Not quite so remote. But why do you call him Jack? He is known to fame as Elton Gwynne." "His name is John Elton Cecil Gwynne.
"The society of the Gwynnes has really proved a great addition to our happiness. How kind and warmhearted Mrs. Gwynne is so earnest in her friendship for us, too!" "Yes, indeed. Do you know, it struck me that it must have been from her report of us, that aunt Flora Rothesay sent the kind message which the Gwynnes brought to-day. I own, it made me happy!
The school of men to whom he professes to belong, the Grantlys, the Gwynnes, and the old high set of Oxford divines, are afflicted with no such self-accusations as these which troubled Mr Harding. They, as a rule, are as satisfied with the wisdom and propriety of their own conduct as can be any Mr Slope, or any Dr Proudie, with his own.
Wakeham's person as driver had been constantly at the service of the Gwynnes and their guests during their stay at the farm. "But that is our very last day, Nora," said Jane. "Well, that's just why," replied Nora. "We shall wind up our festivities in one grand, glorious finale." But the wise mother interposed. "It is a long ride, Nora, and you don't want to be too tired for your journey.
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