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My poor old mother has had rather a thin time and she's going to have a thinner. She never gets a look in. Make it as far as possible her show, and I'll do what you like. What do you think of that?" "I think it's very characteristic," said I. And it was. In my mental survey of the situation from Boyce's point of view I had not taken into account the best and finest in the man.
The stately lady had died while she was still a child at her first school; she could recollect her own mourning frock; but that was almost the last personal remembrance she had, connected with the Merritts. And now this note of intense personal and family pride, under which Mrs. Boyce's voice had for the first time quivered a little! Marcella had never heard it before, and it thrilled her.
One of Dick Boyce's first acts as owner of Mellor, when social rehabilitation had still looked probable to him, had been to send a contribution to the funds of the League aforesaid, so that Aldous had public and conspicuous grounds for his remark. "Need one measure everything by politics?" she asked him a little disdainfully. "Mayn't one even feed a Radical?"
It was all very moving and very dramatic; so, too, was the persuasion Marcella divined in her friends, that she was destined in time, with work and experience, to great things and high place in the movement. The wholly unexpected news of Mr. Boyce's accession to Mellor had very various effects upon this little band of comrades.
"Isn't it sad," said his old friend, unable to help herself, "to see her battling like this with life with thought all alone? Isn't it sad, Aldous?" "Yes," he said. Then, after a pause, "Why doesn't she go home? My patience gives out when I think of Mrs. Boyce." "Oh! it isn't Mrs. Boyce's fault," said Lady Winterbourne, hopelessly.
I certainly would not have had her weep on my shoulder over Boyce's misfortune; nor would I have cared for her to exhibit a vindictive callousness. She behaved with perfect propriety. Perhaps that is what disturbed me. I was not accustomed to associate perfect propriety with my dear Betty. The days went on. The reception arrangements were perfected.
He, like Marcella, did not believe that Richard Boyce's offences were of the quite unpardonable order; although, owing to a certain absent and preoccupied temper, he had never yet taken the trouble to enquire into them in detail.
Boyce, when will they put the ferret in?" Harry shrugged. "Oh, there's a limit to your kindness, is there? Do you choose to tell us who sent them?" Harry was silent a moment and then blurted out: "They came from Colonel Boyce's lodging." My lord laughed. "Sure, 'tis an honour to know you, sir," says O'Connor, and bowed to Harry. "Damned filial, indeed," my lord chuckled. O'Connor turned upon him.
Boyce's dislike of himself, and to the wilful fancy for Wharton's society which this dislike had promoted, that Wharton's long stay at Mellor was largely owing did Aldous subdue himself to propitiations and amenities wholly foreign to a strong character long accustomed to rule without thinking about it. Mr.
I have heard tales of Miss Boyce's opinions!" said Lord Maxwell, smiling at her, with an old man's indulgence, as though provoking her to talk. Her slim fingers were nervously crumbling some bread beside her; her head was drooped a little. At his challenge she looked up with a start.
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