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Updated: June 11, 2025
Having yet to learn the important truth that it takes all sorts to make a world, he did not like her and wondered why she existed. He could understand Agg being fond of Marguerite, but he could not understand Marguerite being fond of Agg; and the friendship between these two, now that he actually for the first time saw it in being, irked him.
"Is anything the matter?... Have you seen father?" asked Marguerite in a serious, calm tone, turning to him. Like George, she had run into the studio without putting on any street attire. George perceived that there was no secret in the studio as to the crisis in the Haim family. Clearly the topic had been under discussion. Prince as well as Agg was privy to it. He did not quite like that.
Well, he did not like her. What he wanted, though he would not admit it, was old Onway's womanly woman. And especially in that hour he wanted the womanly woman. "What's Marguerite up to?" he asked quietly. "After the heat and the toil of the day she's beautifying herself for your august approval," said Agg icily. "I expect she's hurrying all she can.
He was vaguely jealous of both Prince and Agg. Indeed he was startled to find that Marguerite could confide such a matter to Prince at any rate without consulting himself.
With the exception of Lucy and Bim they were exceedingly noisy children. Lucy should have passed her days in the schoolroom under the care of Miss Agg, a melancholy and hope-abandoned spinster, and, during lesson hours, there indeed she was. But in the schoolroom she had no one to impress with her amazing wisdom and dignity.
George hated the sound of the word 'duty. "Thank you, dear," Marguerite murmured, and the girls shook hands; they did not kiss. "Bye-bye, Princey." "Bye-bye, Agg." "Good night, Mr. Cannon." Agg departed, slightly banging the door. "I think I'll go back home now," said Marguerite, in a sweet, firm tone. "Had they gone out?" "Who? Your father and What's-her-name? She's gone, but he hasn't.
A dreadful night!" she answered, almost plaintively, almost demanding sympathy from the male she, Agg! "We were wakened up at two o'clock. Mr. Prince came round to fetch Marguerite to go to No. 8." "To go to No. 8?" he repeated, frightened, and wondered why he should be frightened. "What on earth for?" "Mrs. Haim very ill!" Agg paused. "Something about a baby." "And did she go?"
The volume was destined to open the spring season of a publishing firm of immense and historic respectability. "Look at it! Look at it!" Agg insisted. "I've read the book myself. Poor Marguerite had to go through the proofs, so that she could be sure of getting the spirit of the binding right. Do you know why he wrote it? He hates his wife that's why.
If I hear any more about this row, I'll simply let you walk down to meeting. Come, Will, set up." He led the way out into the little kitchen where the dinner was set. "What was the row about? Hain't been breakin' some dish, Agg?" "Yes, she has." "One o' the blue ones?" winked Ed. "No, thank goodness, it was a white one."
We fellers back here don't make anything. It's a dam tight squeeze. Agg, it seems to me the flies are devilish thick today. Can't you drive 'em out?" Agnes felt that she must vindicate herself a little. "I do drive 'em out, but they come right in again. The screen door is broken, and they come right in." "I told Dad to fix that door." "But he won't do it for me."
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