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There was a reason that secretly influenced Charlotte in electing her evening's amusement, that was not known, however, even to her friend. George Morton played on the German flute in a manner that vibrated on her nerves with an exquisite thrill that she often strove to conquer, and yet ever loved to indulge.
Verver. "Oh, Lordy, Lordy!" "If she is, however," Mrs. Assingham continued, "she'll be extraordinary enough and that's what I'm thinking of. But I'm not indeed so very sure," she added, "of the person to whom Charlotte ought in decency to be most grateful. I mean I'm not sure if that person is even almost the incredible little idealist who has made her his wife."
Half the interest of the thing at least would be that she shouldn't suspect; therefore he was completely to keep it from her as Charlotte on her side would that they had been anywhere at all together or had so much as seen each other for five minutes alone.
"Oh! not there, please," said Charlotte; "I hear they are to give some of your officers a dance to-morrow evening!" and there followed a parley that called forth all her playfullest tact. "Oh, no," she said, at one critical point, "I'm not so narrow or sour but I could dance with a blue uniform; but suppose why, suppose one's friends in gray should catch one dancing with one's enemies in blue.
And it was precisely as if the concentration had the next moment been proved in him. He took a turn inconsistent with the superficial impression a jump that made light of their approach to gravity and represented for her the need in him to gain time. That she made out, was his drawback that the warning from her had come to him, and had come to Charlotte, after all, too suddenly.
"Then I can be nothing to you, dear Wolfgang," sighed Charlotte. "In this hour of meeting we will part, and to avoid a chance encounter even, I will go to my husband at Kochberg, and remain there the whole summer." Goethe seized her, holding her fast in his strong arms, staring her in the face with a fierce, angry look. "Are you in earnest? Would you really do it?"
By- and-by Charlotte tried to make him say "Alleluia" instead of "Hallelujah," but this was going too far, and Theobald turned, and she got frightened and ran away.
Charlotte was touched and pleased, and took the book with a very earnest promise to read it and follow its guidance. After this they went on to talk of other matters. Charlotte pointed out the shop over the way, and gave an account of the neighborhood which showed such a keen appreciation of individual foibles, that her guardian found himself laughing heartily.
MacReady was patient. Her innate good judgment withheld discussion of details with her unhappy daughter. She believed Charlotte to be secretly mourning for the little one who had not lived. She spent hours with her son-in-law in anxious conference. What could get her poor child out of this almost apathy?
"I will sit here," said Charlotte, and she drew a chair near the table. The room abounded in easy-chairs of all sizes and descriptions, but she chose one hard and made of cane, and she sat upright upon it, her hands folded on her lap. "Now, Uncle Jasper," she said, "I am ready to hear your reasons." "They go a good way back, my dear, and I am not clever at telling a story; but I will do my best.
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