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She was not bound by the same obligation. But she was determined that they should be quit of the Hannays. She would make Walter pay back that money. Meanwhile Edith's eyes filled with tears at the recollection. "Lawson Hannay may not have been a very good man himself I believe at one time he wasn't. But he loved his friend, and he didn't want to see him going the same way." "The same way?

She's received as if nothing had happened." "By her own people. It's decent of them not to cast her off." "Oh, as for decency, they don't seem to have a shred of it amongst them. And the Hannays are not her own people. I thought I should be safe in going there after what you told me. And it was there I met her." "I know. They were most distressed about it."

"My dear girl, you don't expect me to cut the Ransomes because she isn't brute enough to turn her sister out of doors?" "I expect you to give up going to them, and to the Hannays, as long as Lady Cayley is in Scale. Promise me." "I can't promise you anything of the sort. Heaven knows how long she's going to stay." "I ought not to have to explain that by countenancing her you insult me.

Eliott marked the flag of defiance and the attitude of defence. If Anne had meant to "give him away," she could not have given him more lavishly. Mrs. Elliott's sad inward comment was that there was more in all this than met the eye. And Anne's life now continued on this rather uncomfortable footing. The Hannays came to dinner, and she dined with Mrs. Eliott.

To Anne the dinner was intolerably long. She tried to be patient with it, judging that its length was a measure of the height her hosts had risen to. There she did them an injustice; for in the matter of a menu the Hannays could not rise; for they lived habitually on a noble elevation. At the other end of the table Mrs. Hannay called gaily on her guests to eat and drink.

It's the sort of thing they do. They're kind people, if they're not the most spiritual I have met." "You may call it kindness, I call it shocking indifference. They're worse than the Ransomes. I don't believe the Ransomes know what's decent. The Hannays know, but they don't care. They're all dreadful people; and their sympathy with each other is the most dreadful thing about them.

"I might have met him at her house a hundred times, but, I assure you, Mrs. Majendie, that, since his marriage, I have not met him more than twice, anywhere. The first time was at the Hannays'. You were there. You saw all that passed between us." "Well?" "The second time was at the Hannays', too. Mrs. Hannay was with us all the time. What do you suppose he talked to me about? His child.

The Eliotts and the Gardners those are the people who should have been your friends, not the Hannays and the Ransomes; and not, believe me, darling, Mr. Gorst." For a moment Edith unveiled the tragic suffering in her eyes. It passed, and left her gaze grave and lucid and serene. "What do you know of Mr. Gorst?" "Enough, dear, to see that he isn't fit for you to know."

Now it was as if it had turned, somewhere on the edge of the invisible, and was creeping back again. She wished she had never seen or heard of the Hannays detestable people. She betrayed something of this feeling to Edith, who was impatient for an account of the evening. "Did you expect me to enjoy it?" she replied to the first eager question. "No, I don't know that I did.

And the Lawson Hannays, what sort are they?" "Well, we don't know them. But there are a great many people in Scale one doesn't know." "Are they socially impossible, or what?" "Oh socially, they would be considered in Scale all right. But he is, or was, mixed up with some very queer people." Anne's cold face intimated that the adjective suggested nothing to her. Mrs.