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Updated: May 17, 2025
Did the garden cast the spell by which she saw herself on the seat? or was it Chiltern's voice? She would indeed love and cherish it. And was it true that she belonged there, securely infolded within those peaceful walls? How marvellously well was Thalia playing her comedy! Which was the real, and which the false?
Her marriage was a sin, there could be no sacrament in it. She would flee first, and abandon all rather than submit to it. Chiltern's step aroused her now. He came back to the wall where she was sitting, and faced her. "You are sad," he said. She shook her head at him, slowly, and tried to smile. "What has happened?" he demanded rudely. "I can't bear to see you sad." "I am going away," she said.
There had been a sketch of Chiltern's career, in carefully veiled but thoroughly comprehensible language, which might have made a Bluebeard shudder. This, of course, she bore best of all; or, let it be said rather, that it cost her the least suffering. Was it not she who had changed and redeemed him?
"My dear Hugh," said he, "what you have said pains me excessively-excessively. I ahem fail to grasp it. As an old friend of your family of your father I take the liberty of begging you to reconsider your words." Chiltern's eyes blazed. "Since you have mentioned my father, Mr.
It was a Chiltern line, he told her, and she was already within the feudal domain. Time indeed that she awoke! She reached the platform to confront a group of upturned, staring faces, and for the moment her courage failed her. Somehow, with Chiltern's help, she made her way to a waiting omnibus backed up against the boards.
He had quarrelled with his son, and then made it up, and then quarrelled again, swearing that the fault must all be attributed to Chiltern's stubbornness and Chiltern's temper.
"It's extraordinary," replied Chiltern, slowly, "that you should say this to me. It is what I have come to believe, but I couldn't have said it half so well." Mrs. Grainger gave the signal to rise. Honora took Chiltern's arm, and he led her back to the drawing-room. She was standing alone by the fire when Mrs. Maitland approached her. "Haven't I seen you before?" she asked.
"Exactly, just so; I am so glad to hear you say that, you who have never had the misfortune to have anything to do with a bad set. Why don't you tell Lord Brentford? Lord Brentford would listen to you." "To me?" "Yes; of course he would, for you are just the link that is wanting. You are Chiltern's intimate friend, and you are also the friend of big-wigs and Cabinet Ministers."
Whether her own action had softened this lady's feelings, she never understood; she had cherished the letter for its unexpectedly charitable expressions. Chiltern's family had at last agreed to accept the estate on the condition that the income mentioned should be tripled. And to this Honora had consented. Money had less value than ever in her eyes.
During her conversation with Mrs. Kame she had more than once suspected, in spite of her efforts, that the lady had read her state of mind. For Mrs. Kame's omissions were eloquent to the discerning: Chiltern's relatives had been mentioned with a casualness intended to imply that no breach existed, and the fiction that Honora could at any moment take up her former life delicately sustained. Mrs.
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