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Gouverneur that whatever Philip wanted he was to have, if it were procurable, and as the husband of such a woman as Phillida he ought to be a great deal happier than in mousing among old books and moping over questions that nobody could solve. Besides, Phillida possessed one qualification second to no other in Mrs.
Hilbrough his confidence. "I came here to-day on an impulse," he said. "Knowing your friendliness for Phillida, and counting on your kindness, I thought perhaps you might bring your influence to bear to to what shall I say? to modify Phillida's zeal and render her a little less sure of her vocation to pursue a course that must make her talked about in a way that is certain to vulgarize her name."
He half halted, intending to ask Phillida to sit down with him on a seat partly screened by a bush at each end; but there were many people passing, and the two went on and mounted the steps to the circular asphalted space at the top of the knoll.
But the conversation in the carriage took another turn, and as she approached her own home it occurred to Phillida that Millard's remark at the time of his call implied that his acquaintance with the family might depend on her inviting him.
And Millard went down the stairs and bent his steps homeward. As the exhilaration produced by his baiting of Uncle Martin's philosophy died away, his heart sank with sorrowful thoughts of Phillida and her sufferings, and with indignant and mortifying thoughts of how she would inevitably be associated in people's minds with mercenary quacks and disciples of a sham science.
She left Millard standing by the hat table while she went in. "Phillida, who do you think has come to see you? It's Charley Millard. I took the liberty of telling him you'd see him for a short time." Then she added in a whisper: "Poor fellow, he seems to feel so bad."
Millard could not see any ground on which he could deny the reality of the miracle in the Schulenberg case, but his common sense was that of a man of worldly experience, a common sense which stubbornly refuses to believe the phenomenal or extraordinary, even when unable to formulate a single reason for incredulity. After an internal debate he decided not to call on Phillida this afternoon.
Phillida, shy of what she felt must come, began to ask about the great buildings in view, and he named for her the lofty Dakota Flats rising from a rather naked plain to the westward, the low southern façade of the Art Museum to the northward, to the east the somber front of the Lenox Library, as forbidding as the countenance of a rich collector is to him who would borrow, and the columnar gable chimneys of the Tiffany house.
I had just got through with speaking, I was very much exhausted, and I did not quite understand." "You may have been right yesterday," said Phillida; "I hope you were. If you were wrong, it was a dreadful mistake." She made a long pause, and then went on. "I thought the course you advised yesterday a brave course at least. But what you have said to-day, about social position and so on, I hate.
"I don't care for the rain," he said. "But you know there is a good deal of pneumonia about." "I I am not afraid of pneumonia," he said. "I might as well die as to suffer what I do." "What is the matter, Charley?" demanded Phillida, alarmed. "Matter? Why, I have to sit in the club and hear you called a crank and an impostor." Phillida turned pale.
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