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You were not content to have that man poking his nose in here at all hours of the day and night, but you must go out of your way to send him invitations?" "Dr. Cautley has been most kind and attentive, and I thought it was time we paid him some little attention." "Attention indeed! I should be very sorry to let any young man suppose that I paid any attention to him.
As I do not expect you all, or perhaps any of you, to become such botanists as General Monro, whose recent "Monograph of the Bamboos" is an honour to British botanists, and a proof of the scientific power which is to be found here and there among British officers: so I do not expect you to become such geologists as Sir Roderick Murchison, or even to add such a grand chapter to the history of extinct animals as Major Cautley did by his discoveries in the Sewalik Hills.
Moon sitting before her, immovable and symbolic, the image of what she must become. They were two very absurd and diminutive figures, but they stood for a good deal. To Cautley, Rhoda herself as she revolved these things looked significant enough.
Bastian Cautley had put on his house jacket, loosened his waistcoat, settled down by his library fire with a pipe and a book, and was thanking Heaven that for once he had an hour to himself between his afternoon round and his time for consultation.
Cautley has been so very kind and attentive, I think it would be ungrateful of me if I had not got well. Dr. Cautley " Perhaps it was just as well for Miss Quincey that the staff were too busy to attend to her. The most they noticed was that in the matter of obstruction Miss Quincey was not quite so precipitate as she had been.
The next minute a light went up in that obscure and prophetic background of her brain; and she saw Rhoda Vivian and Bastian Cautley coming towards her, greeting her, with their kind faces shining. She rose, turned from them, and went slowly home. It was the last rent in the veil of illusion that Rhoda had spun so well. Up till then Miss Quincey had seen only half the truth.
Were they really, as Bastian Cautley put it, so engrossed in producing a new type that they had lost sight of the individual? Was the system so far in accordance with Nature that it was careless of the single life? Which was the only life open to most of them, poor things. And she had blundered more grossly than the system itself.
Miss Quincey advanced timidly, for of course she knew that she had to cross that room under fire of criticism; but on the whole she was less abject than she might have been, for at the moment she was thinking of Dr. Cautley.
Hyomoschus, also, offers one of those interesting cases of a form linking together two groups, for it is intermediate in certain osteological characters between the pachyderms and ruminants, which were formerly thought to be quite distinct. Falconer and Cautley, 'Proc. Geolog. Soc. 1843; and Falconer's 'Pal. A curious difficulty here arises.
Worse than all, she had kept from her the knowledge of the truth the truth that might have cured her. Of course she had done that out of consideration for Bastian Cautley. There it seemed that Rhoda's regard for his feelings ended. Though she admitted ten times over that he was right, she was by no means more disposed to come to an understanding with him on that account.
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