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Just think what she might have been and seen if she had lived in a sphere where neither cooking nor any other rational occupation interfered with her pursuit of the supernatural. Mrs. Molyneux would be nowhere beside her." "I suppose she really does intend to stay," said Lady Atherley. "Of course she does. I always told you my powers of persuasion were irresistible."
There is no doubt which is the prettier of the two. The question is, do you want pretty colour or do you want clear daylight?" He paused, but neither of his listeners spoke. Lady Atherley was counting the stitches of her knitting; I was too tired; so he resumed: "For my part, I prefer the daylight and the glass, without any daubing. What does science discover in the universe?
I consider him one of the finest old heathen I ever knew." Fortunately for their domestic peace, Lady Atherley usually misses the points of her husband's speeches, but there are some which jar upon her sense of the becoming, and this was one of them.
The effect of this exposition on Lady Atherley was to make her ask eagerly whether the curate in charge at Rood Warren was one of the Austyns of Temple Leigh. "I believe he is a nephew," Mrs. Mostyn admitted, quite gloomily for her. "It is painful to see people of good standing going astray in this manner."
After which Lady Atherley seemed glad to take them both away with her. It was perhaps this remark that led the Canon to ask, on the way to church "Is it true that Mrs. de Noël attends a dissenting chapel?" "No," said Lady Atherley. "But I know why people say so. She lent a field last year to the Methodists to have their camp-meeting in." "Oh! but that is a pity," said the Canon.
"The apostle I liked best," said Atherley, "was the American one. I really admired old Stamps, and old Stamps admired me; for she knew I thoroughly understood what an unmitigated humbug she was. She had a fine sense of humour, too. How her eyes used to twinkle when I asked posers at her prayer-meetings!" "Dreadful woman!" cried Lady Atherley. "Lucinda brought her to lunch once.
After a little the stir was increased, presumably by servants arriving from the farther wing; but no one came my way till Atherley himself, in his dressing-gown, went hurriedly downstairs. "Anything wrong?" I called as he passed me. "Only Mrs. Molyneux's prayer has been granted." "Of course she was bound to see it," he said next day, as we sat together over a late breakfast.
Mallet made no reply, but it was evident she neither saw nor intended to see anything of the kind; and Atherley wisely substituted bribery for reasoning. But even with this he made little way till accidentally he mentioned the name of Mrs. de Noël, when, as if it had been a name to conjure by, Mrs. Mallet showed signs of softening. "Yes, think of Mrs. de Noël, Mrs.
"Do you know, Lucinda," said Lady Atherley, "if you would not mind, I fancy the coffee is just coming in, and perhaps it would be as well just to wait for a little, you know just till the servants are out of the room? They might perhaps think it a little odd." "Yes," said Atherley, "and even unorthodox." Mrs.
"You may have your faults, Cissy," said Atherley, "but I will say this for you for smoothing people down when they have been rubbed the wrong way, you never had your equal." He lay back in a comfortable chair looking at his cousin, who, sitting on a low seat opposite the drawing-room fire, shaded her eyes from the glare with a little hand-screen. "Mrs.
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