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We laughed at this, and then Barthrop said, "Let me write to him, Father. I won't be offensive." "I know you wouldn't," said Father Payne; "but no one can help me. It's not my fault, but my misfortune. It all comes of acting for the best. I ought to have paid his debts, and made myself thoroughly unpleasant about it. What I did was to be indulgent and sympathetic.
Father Payne opened a letter which was lying on the hall table, and saying, "Hallo, Leonard, look at this. Gladwin is coming down for Sunday that will be rather fun!" "I don't know about fun," said Barthrop; "at least I doubt if I should find it fun, if I had the responsibility of entertaining him." "Yes, it's a great responsibility," said Father Payne. "I feel that.
Gladwin is a man who has to be taken as you find him, but who never makes any pretence of taking you as he finds you! But it will amuse me to put him through his paces a bit!" "Who on earth is Gladwin?" said I, consumed by curiosity. Father Payne and Barthrop laughed. "I should like Gladwin to hear that!" said Barthrop.
At eleven o'clock that morning there was solemnised at St. Margaret's Church the marriage of Cynthia and Charles Barthrop. 'If you call, I will come. But I had not called. I had even left Cynthia to pace to and fro through an afternoon in the park; at that most critical juncture in both our lives I had failed her.
I won't attempt to dictate, but I feel that you would do well to go!" "Oh, yes, we will go," said Barthrop. "You will let us know how all goes?" "Of course!" said the doctor. "You shall hear at once!" We went back, and spent an hour with Father Payne. I shall never forget that hour: he talked on quietly, seeing that we were unable to do our part.
As Lane moved away from us just then, to speak to some one else, I asked my companion if she had been going to any particular place when we met her. She smiled as we walked slowly down the terrace steps to the lawn. 'I am afraid my only object just then was the ungracious one of evading Sir George and Lady Barthrop, she said. 'Theirs is such a dreadfully busy neighbourhood.
Upon three occasions only, in five times that number of years, did I meet Cynthia Cynthia Barthrop; and those meetings, I need hardly say, were accidental. The promise of Cynthia's youth was to all outward seeming amply fulfilled. As a matron she would have been notable in any company, by reason of her sedate beauty, and the dignity of her presence.
On the eve of my departure from London I did a curious and perhaps foolish thing, on the spur of a moment's impulse. I hailed a cab, and drove to Cynthia's house in Sloane Street. Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Barthrop were at home, and alone, the servant told me; and in another few moments I was shaking hands with them. Naturally, they called my visit an unexpected pleasure.
I can't make it out, because it isn't a conspiracy to deceive, and yet it does deceive; and what is more, most people don't even seem to know that they are being misrepresented. It all seems to me to differ as much from real life as the Morning Service read in church differs from the thoughts of the congregation!" "How would you mend it?" said Barthrop.
You see, it would be merely wallowing in sentiment and I don't approve of sentiment. I want my emotions to live with, not to bathe in!" "But you don't mind going back to London," said Barthrop. "No," said Father Payne, "but that bucks me up.
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