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He is by no means a remarkable husband. Permit me to say he is a remarkable man." "What makes you think so?" asked Honora, considerably disturbed. "Because he induced you to marry him, for one thing," said Brent. "Of course he got you before you knew what you were worth, but we must give him credit for discovery and foresight."
This Honora was a woman in a strange and disturbing state of exaltation, whose eyes beheld a vision. And Peter, although he had been the subject of her conversation, well knew that he was not included in the vision. He smiled a little as he looked at her. It is becoming apparent that he is one of those unfortunate unimaginative beings incapable of great illusions.
"He was consul at Nice, and had a villa there when he died. And people said he had an unusually brilliant career before him. My aunt and uncle brought me up, and my cousin, Mrs. Hanbury, Edith's mother, and Mary's, sent me here to school." Honora breathed easier after this confession, but it was long before sleep came to her that night.
She looks like a Holbein doesn't she?" "And the extraordinary looking man on my right?" Honora asked. "I've got to talk to him presently." "Chiltern!" he said. "Is it possible you haven't heard something about Hugh Chiltern?" "Is it such lamentable ignorance?" she asked. "That depends upon one's point of view," he replied. "He's always been a sort of a well, Viking," said Farwell.
It was a pleasant Newport to which Honora went early in June, a fair city shining in the midst of summer seas, a place to light the fires of imagination. It wore at once an air of age, and of a new and sparkling unreality.
His answer, since they were alone in their sitting-room, was obvious. "Howard," she cried, "how mean of you! Now I'll have to do my hair all over again. I've got such a lot of it you've no idea how difficult it is." "You bet I have!" he declared meaningly, and Honora blushed.
The true student of human nature should not find it surprising that she spoiled Honora and strove at what secret expense, care, and self-denial to Uncle Tom and herself, none will ever know to adorn the child that she might appear creditably among companions whose parents were more fortunate in this world's goods; that she denied herself to educate Honora as these other children were educated.
"Of course the good points in a cow aren't necessarily features of beauty for instance, these bones here," he added, pointing to the hips. "But they seem to add, somehow, to the thoroughbred appearance," Honora declared. "That's absolutely true," replied Joshua, whereupon he began to talk. And Honora, still asking questions, followed him from stall to stall.
On the other side of the brick walk, and near the iron fence, was an elm and a flower bed that was Uncle Tom's pride and the admiration of the neighbourhood. Honora has but to shut her eyes to see it aflame with tulips at Eastertide.
"I like him. I like French people." "What!" he exclaimed, halting in his steps, "you don't take that man seriously?" "I haven't known him long enough to take him seriously," said Honora. "There's a blindness about women," he declared, "that's incomprehensible. They'll invest in almost any old thing if the certificates are beautifully engraved.
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