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Even Boase looked at him not only as a child whom he loved, but as the incarnation of a hope, a theory in short, as an Experiment. Nevertheless, it was the Parson to whom Ishmael came with his pleasures, and for all the intuition which told him the child went to no one in his griefs Boase had not quite enough of the feminine in him to realise the importance of the omission.
She set up to herself the image of Boase that some more educated women make of their doctor a bully who had to be placated, who would scold her if she transgressed his ideas. She took to going to church every Sunday evening and sat in the Manor pew, every jet bead trembling on her bonnet as she kept her mind strained to attention always a difficult task with her for any length of time.
Between the born adventurer and the community-man there is a far greater gulf fixed than between the former and an eagle or the latter and a cony. Lone trail or circumscribed hearth between these lies the only incompatibility." "There is a good deal in your theory," said Boase, "but it goes too much for externals.
And him going to America, and the money the scoundrel ought to pay him for them would take his family across in comfort, and his wife with child at the blessed moment!" Boase held his head in comic bewilderment, and Dan laughed a little and calmed down. "And why can't he make the landlord pay, you'd ask?
"No, indeed, or it's all reforms would be only on the secondary plane, instead of which any reform worthy the name is a pure impulse of creation. I don't believe any deed, public or private, of the finest calibre can come under the head of the secondary type." "Perhaps not," said Boase, "but it's all the more important a distinction.
And every ardent sheet of it had a grape-like bloom, made by the velvety quality of the thousands of close-set petals; they gave the sensation of exquisite touch merely by looking at them, while their passionate colour and scent made the senses drunken on pure loveliness. That was how it had taken Boase how in normal days it would have taken Ishmael, even more keenly.
The only thing Boase saw to be thankful for was that Ishmael's thoughts had not been driven on to Phoebe, and that was probably only because it had never occurred to Ishmael as a possible contingency. He had been so healthily occupied and was so used to Phoebe.
"Happen I can do a little, Passon," he said; "I'll think on et." "Do," said Boase heartily. Then he too started slightly and looked at the miller a little suspiciously, and, though he said nothing, his face darkened. Already the cords of intrigue were beginning to close round Ishmael Ruan, and the Parson longed to break them with one clean stroke, even while he realised the futility of the wish.
Now he stood staring at it, hardly seeing, untouched to anything but a bleak knowledge that it was beautiful. Not a breath of ecstasy went through him; for him it was nothing, and he never even noticed that Boase was watching him. He moved forward as though to continue the walk, and the Parson fell into stride beside him.
Boase made Ishmael promise not to let anyone know he had been told about it; that, too, was part of the trust that Ishmael should prepare himself in secret, by diligent study, for this thing that was to be his.
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