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Visions of Austen's courtship had at times risen in her mind, although Euphrasia would not have called it a courtship. When the time came, Austen would confer; and so sure of his judgment was Euphrasia that she was prepared to take the recipient of the priceless gift into her arms. And now! Was it possible that a woman lived who would even hesitate?
"If I ever DO write another book, I think I will have nothing of what you call 'melodrama; I think so, but I am not sure. I THINK, too, I will endeavour to follow the counsel which shines out of Miss Austen's 'mild eyes, 'to finish more and be more subdued; but neither am I sure of that.
That's the first time I ever met her, although I had often seen her and thought she was a stunner to look at. She talked as if she took an interest in Austen." An exact portrayal of Euphrasia's feelings at this description of the object of Austen's affections is almost impossible.
"What do you mean by makin' me promise such a thing, Austen?" "Well," said Austen, slowly, "the Judge is worried now. Things are not going as smoothly with him as usual." "Money?" demanded Euphrasia. "He ain't lost money, has he?" A light began to dance in Austen's eyes in spite of the weight within him.
To contend, however, for a moment that the present volume is Miss Austen's greatest, as it was her first published, novel, would be a mere exercise in paradox. There are, who swear by Persuasion; there are, who prefer Emma and Mansfield Park; there is a large contingent for Pride and Prejudice; and there is even a section which advocates the pre-eminence of Northanger Abbey.
"I suppose I shall have to confess that you have inspired my curiosity, Mr. Vane," she said. Austen's face was sunburned, but it flushed a more vivid red under the tan. It is needless to pretend that a man of his appearance and qualities had reached the age of thirty-two without having listened to feminine comments of which he was the exclusive subject.
"Just because she has been kind we mustn't be deceived. It's h er nature to be kind." Euphrasia crossed the room swiftly, and seized his arm again. "She loves you, Austen," she cried; "she loves you. Do you think that I'd love her, that I'd plead for her, if she didn't?" Austen's breath came deeply. He disengaged himself, and went to the window. "No," he said, "you don't know. You can't know.
Victoria longed to let in the light, to take this strange, dried-up housekeeper and shake her into some semblance of natural feeling. And this was Austen's home! It was to this house, made gloomy by these people, that he had returned every night! Infinitely depressed, she felt that she must take some action, or cry aloud. "Mr.
The consequences of this culminating conflict between them, the coming of which he had long dreaded although he had not foreseen its specific cause weighed heavily upon Austen. It was Tom Gaylord himself who abruptly aroused him from his revery by bursting in at the door. "Have you heard what's up?" he cried, flinging down a newspaper before Austen's eyes. "Have you seen the Guardian?"
Life in the office continued, with one or two exceptions, the even tenor of its way. Apparently, so far as the Honourable Hilary was concerned, his son had never been to Bradford. But the Honourable Brush Bascom, when he came on mysterious business to call on the chief counsel, no longer sat on Austen's table; this was true of other feudal lords and retainers: of Mr.
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