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Swearing at systems and ideas, as Hadria says, is a Barmecide feast to one's vindictiveness." "It is the tyranny of affection that has done so much to ruin the lives of women," the Professor observed, in a musing tone. Then after a pause: "I fear your poor mother has never got over your little revolt, Algitha." "Never, I am sorry to say.
"A man, at any rate, has no idea of being led an emotional dance," said Miss Du Prel. "Hadria has, I believe, at the bottom of her heart, a lurking desire to hurt men, because they have hurt women so terribly," said Algitha. "One can understand the impulse, but the worst of it is, that one is certain to pay back the score on the good man, and let the other go free."
It is a point of honour, a sacred canon. Women will go on patiently drawing water in sieves, and pretend they are usefully employed because it tires them!" "They believe it," said Algitha. "Perhaps so. But it's very silly." "It is really well meant. It is a submission to the supposed will of heaven." "A poor compliment to Heaven!" Hadria exclaimed.
Algitha understood, better than her brothers could understand, how Hadria's emotional nature had been caught in some strange mood, how the eloquent assurances of her lover might have half convinced her. Algitha's own experience of proposals set her on the track of the mystery. "It is most misleading," she pointed out, to her scoffing brothers.
"I never dreamt that he I I never tried, never thought for a moment " "Ah! that is just the danger, Hadria. Your actions entail unintended consequences. As Miss Du Prel says, 'It is always the good men whom one wounds; the others wound us." Hadria was silent. "And Claude Moreton," continued Algitha presently. "He is far too deeply interested in you, far too absorbed in what you say and do.
Algitha drew herself up. "If one is unjustly restrained," she said, "it is perfectly right to brave the infliction of the sort of pain that people feel only because they unfairly object to one's liberty of action."
She would require cheering, amusing, helping, in a thousand ways. Algitha was to come down each week from Saturday till Monday, and the brothers when they could. During the rest of the week, the invalid would depend on her younger daughter. Hadria's leaving home, and the rumour of a quarrel between her and Hubert, had conduced to her mother's illness, perhaps had even caused it. Mrs.
"Oh, no, father, the sweet-brier has been ordered," returned Algitha, without her usual brightness of manner. "Have you a headache?" enquired Mrs. Fullerton. "I hope you have not all been sitting up talking in Hadria's room, as you are too fond of doing. You have the whole day in which to express your ideas, and I think you might let the remainder wait over till morning."
"What's the matter with Hadria?" asked Fred, "she will scarcely speak to me. I was just telling her the best joke I've heard this year, and, will you believe me, she didn't see the point! Yes, you may well stare! I tried again and she gave a nervous giggle; I am relating to you the exact truth. Do any of the epidemics come on like that?" "Yes, one of the worst," said Algitha gloomily.
"Darling" did what was required in a business-like manner, and stood by, while the lady discovered in him a speaking likeness to his parents, to his Aunt Algitha and his Uncle Fred, not to mention the portrait of his great-grandfather, the Solicitor-General, that hung in the dining-room.
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