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He could look up at the gallery without turning his head, and sometimes he caught her momentary glance, and again, with her chin in her hand, she was watching Mr. Crewe with a little smile creasing the corners of her eyes. A horrible thought crossed Austen's mind perhaps they were not his violets after all!
Often in their happy days had she and Teddy discussed him and derided him and rejoiced over him. They had agreed he was as good as Jane Austen's Mr. Collins. He really was very like Mr. Collins, except that he was plumper. And now, it was as if he was transparent to her hard defensive scrutiny.
Again her eyes irresistibly sought Austen's, as though to share with him the humour of this remark, and they laughed together. Her colour, so sensitive, rose again, but less perceptibly this time. Then she got up. "That's unfair, Mr. Meader!" she protested. "I'll leave it to Austen," said Mr. Meader, "if it ain't probable. He'd ought to know."
It was not surprising that young Tom Gaylord, when he came back from New York and heard of Austen's victory, should have rushed to his office and congratulated him in a rough but hearty fashion. Even though Austen had won a suit against the Gaylord Lumber Company, young Tom would have congratulated him. Old Tom was a different matter.
He had come to the parting of the ways of life, and while he did not hesitate to choose his path, a Vane inheritance, though not dominant, could not fail at such a juncture to point out the pleasantness of conformity. Austen's affection for Hilary Vane was real; the loneliness of the elder man appealed to the son, who knew that his father loved him in his own way. He dreaded the wrench there.
Hilary's resignation was a vindication of Austen's attitude, an acknowledgment that the business and political practices of his life had been wrong. What Austen really felt, when he had grasped the significance of that fact, was relief gratitude. A wave of renewed affection for his father swept over him, of affection and pity and admiration, and for the instant he forgot Mr. Flint.
"Why?" asked Victoria. "Well, it was a fearless thing to do plumb against his own interests with old Hilary Vane. Austen's a bright lawyer, and I have heard it said he was in line for his father's place as counsel." "Do do people dislike the railroad?" Mr. Jenney rubbed his beard thoughtfully. He began to wonder who this young woman was, and a racial caution seized him.
Tooting often the first. But one evening Mr. Tooting waited until the force had gone, and entered Austen's room with his hand outstretched. "Put her there, Aust," he said. Austen put her there. "I've been exercisin' my thinker some the last few months," observed Mr. Tooting, seating himself on the desk. "Aren't you afraid of nervous prostration, Ham?" "Say," exclaimed Mr.
And such a one might contend that, even if the common idea of definite precursorship and teachership be a mistake, the more subtle doctrine that such work as Scott's, and as Miss Austen's, is really the result of generally working forces, as well as of individual genius, would lead to the same conclusion.
Emma, which has perhaps on the whole been the most general favourite, may challenge that position on one ground beyond all question, though possibly not on all. It is the absolute triumph of that reliance on the strictly ordinary which has been indicated as Miss Austen's title to pre-eminence in the history of the novel.
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