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It smites a deeper nerve, or more than one; and this, too, where there is no imaginary subjection to the charms of military glory, in minds to which the game of war is lurid as the plumes of the arch-slayer. Jane Mattock assisting Mrs. Adister O'Donnell to restore Captain Philip was very singularly affected, like a person shut off on a sudden from her former theories and feelings.
Caroline was urgent with her uncle to act on such good counsel. She marvelled at his opposition, though she detected the principal basis of it. Mr. Adister had no ground of opposition but his own intemperateness.
Jane was hungry too, and they feasted together gaily, talking of Kathleen on her journey, her strange impressions and her way of proclaiming them, and of Patrick and where he might be now; ultimately of Captain Con and Mrs. Adister. 'He has broken faith with her, Philip said sternly. 'She will have the right to tell him so. He never can be anything but a comic politician.
For this was the air once breathed by Adiante Adister, his elder brother Philip's love and lost love: here she had been to Philip flame along the hill-ridges, his rose-world in the dust-world, the saintly in his earthly. And how had she rewarded him for that reverential love of her? She had forborne to kill him.
Adister inquired, and his look requesting enlightenment told her she might speak. 'Adiante, she said softly. She coloured. Her uncle mused awhile in a half-somnolent gloom. 'He talks of this at this present day? 'It is not dead to him. He really appears to have hoped... he is extraordinary. He had not heard before of her marriage.
But politics to bed, Patrice. My chief is right soldiers have nothing to do with them. What are you fiddling at in your coat there? 'Something for you, my dear Philip. Patrick brought out the miniature. He held it for his brother to look. 'It was the only thing I could get. Mr. Adister sends it. The young lady, Miss Caroline, seconded me. They think more of the big portrait: I don't.
My brother Edward is well? 'I had the happiness to be told that I had been of a little service in cheering him. 'I can believe it, said Mrs. Adister, letting her eyes dwell on the young man; and he was moved by the silvery tremulousness of her voice. She resumed: 'You have the art of dressing in a surprisingly short time.
Never mind why you went: I think I see. You're the Patrick of fourteen, who tramped across Connaught for young Dermot to have a sight of you before he died, poor lad. How did Mr. Adister receive you? Patrick described the first interview. Philip mused over it. 'Yes, those are some of his ideas: gentlemen are to excel in the knightly exercises.
He looked up and breathed his heaven of fresh air. Jane pitied, she could not interpose to thwart his act of resignation. The farmer, home for tea, and a footman, took him between them, crutched, while Mrs. Adister said to Jane: 'The doctor's orders are positive: if he is to be a man once more, he must rest his back and not use his legs for months.
Adister should have been drawn in among Irishmen, set her thoughts upon the composer of the letter, and upon the contrast of his ingenuous look with the powerful cast of his head. She fancied a certain danger about him; of what kind she could not quite distinguish, for it had no reference to woman's heart, and he was too young to be much of a politician, and he was not in the priesthood.
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