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Hilary, another accepted Father, was bishop of Poictiers. He died 367 or 368. The Eusebius here named was Bishop of Vercelli, a city of Liguria. He flourished about A.D. 360, and distinguished himself at the Council of Milan in A.D. 355, for his attacks against Arianism.
I am now going down to tell mother all about the sort of person we have in the house, and so that you shan't escape before the police come to take you, I am going to lock you in here." And almost before the last words had left her lips Hilary whisked herself dexterously out of the room, and slammed the door after her.
No mistake about that; though when, a few minutes after, Miss Hilary entered the kitchen, Elizabeth tried in a hurried, shamefaced way to hide her tears by being very busy over something. Her mistress took no notice, but began, as usual on washing days, to assist in various domestic matters, in the midst of which she said, quietly, "And so, Elizabeth, you would really like to go to London?" "No!
I would not keep you from Robert on any account." Hilary all but broke down; and yet the words made her stronger firmer; set more clearly before her the solemn duty which young folks in love are so apt to forget, that there can be no blessing on the new tie, if for any thing short of inevitable necessity they let go one link of the old.
Their intercourse, never voluminous, had shrunk to the barest necessities for the use of speech; but Hilary, ever since the night of his son's departure, had read in the face of his housekeeper a knowledge of his suffering, an exultation a thousand times more maddening than the little reproaches of language would have been.
Something must be done, and right away, and the knowing metropolitan reporters are winking at each other and declaring darkly that a sensation is about to turn up. Where is Hilary Vane? Doesn't he realize the danger? Or traitorous thought! doesn't he care? To see his son nominated would be a singular revenge for the indignities which are said to have been heaped upon him.
"There was this need of telling you," answered Austen, steadily, "although I am not in partnership with you, I bear your name. And in-as-much as I am to have a suit against your client, it has occurred to me that you would like me to move elsewhere." The Honourable Hilary was silent for a long time. "Want to move do YOU? Is that it?" "Only because my presence may embarrass you."
I had a sort of wild idea that if I won the prize for that essay Uncle Fred might think it worth while sending me somewhere to train; but I know I shan't get it now. Hilary read us bits out of hers, and it's just splendid far better than mine. I'm not in the innings." "Oh, Loveday, what a shame! The prize means so much more to you than to Hilary." "I know it does.
Where to now? thought Hilary. There were no more hiding places as perfect as the one they had just left. They were forced into the open, easy prey for the first lynx-eyed Mercutian. Sooner or later, they would be discovered, and then.... A last hopeless glance at the mocking stars. Never had man yearned more for rain, oceans and oceans of it. Hilary roused himself.
A real lady not one o' these" again he invited Hilary to confidence "you know what I mean, sir that buys their things a' ready-made at these 'ere large establishments. Oh, I know her well." "The old gentleman who visited you is her father." "Is he? Oh dear!" The old butler was silent, evidently puzzled.
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