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"I don't know what social treasures may be buried within your radius of five miles, but the mines need not be worked. An inhabitant of the Priory would not need them. Mrs. Temperley is a society in herself." "An inhabitant of the Priory might risk disappointment, in supposing that Mrs. Temperley had nothing else to do than to supply her neighbours with society." The big jaw closed, with a snap.
"Not as I knows of," Dodge replied. There was a long pause, during which the stillness seemed to weigh upon the air, as if the pressure of Fate were hanging there with ruthless immobility. "She ain't got no more to suffer now," Dodge remarked, nodding with an aspect of half apology towards the grave. "They sleeps soft as sleeps here." "Good heavens, I hope so!" Mrs. Temperley exclaimed.
Fullerton was pleased with the marriage, not merely because Hubert's father, Judge Temperley, could secure for his son a prosperous career, but because she was so thankful to see a strange, unaccountable girl like Hadria settling quietly down, with a couple of children to keep her out of mischief. That was what it had come to! Perhaps they calculated a little too surely.
"Why do you catalogue my injuries when your point is to deny them?" Henriette rose with a vivid flush. "Hadria, Hubert is one of the best men in England. "When have I disputed that?" Hadria advanced towards Miss Temperley, and stood looking her full in the face. "I believe that Hubert has acted conscientiously, according to his standard. But I detest his standard.
"You don't think I am really in earnest. Let us go." "I know you are in earnest," he cried, eagerly following her, "and still I " At that moment Harold Wilkins came up to claim Hadria for a promised dance. Temperley gave a gesture of impatience. But Harold insisted, and Hadria walked with her partner into the hall where Mrs.
Temperley had fallen into the dulcet strains of one who feels, not only that he stands as the champion of true wisdom and virtue, but that he is sure of support from the vast majority of his fellows. Miss Du Prel's brusqueness seemed to suit her less admirable rôle. Temperley was tolerant and regretful.
"Doubtless, but you are a trifle late, Professor, in thinking of that." "Would you prefer it to be never than late?" "Heaven forbid!" "Then I may rely on you to explain the position of affairs to Mrs. Temperley? You will understand that it is a painful subject between us." Lady Engleton readily promised. She called at the Red House immediately after Professor Theobald's departure.
Henriette gave a horrified gesture. "I believe you are in love with that man. That is the cause of all this wild conduct." Miss Temperley had lost self-control for a moment. Hadria looked at her steadily. "I beg your pardon. I spoke in haste, Hadria. You have your faults, but Hubert has nothing to fear from you in that respect, I am sure." "Really?"
She had no time-table, and so she had gone to the station that morning and waited till a Craddock train started, and by this arrangement it had come to pass that she had spent an hour and a half on the platform: she did not think she ever had such an unpleasant time; why didn't they have trains oftener? They did to Putney. Mrs. Temperley sat down and laughed.
He was the only person not obviously among the Professor's admirers. "However cultivated or charming a person may be," Temperley said to Hadria, "I never feel that I have found a kindred spirit, unless the musical instinct is strong." "Nor I." "Professor Fortescue has just that one weak point." "Oh, but he is musical, though his technical knowledge is small." But Temperley smiled dubiously.
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