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As they walked across the park Violet took Lord Chiltern's part. "He only means that he does not go to church on Christmas day." "I don't know what he means," said Mr. Kennedy. "We need not speak of it," said Lady Laura. "Certainly not," said Mr. Kennedy.
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.
The upper West Side is a definite place on the map, and full, undoubtedly, of palpitating human joys and sorrows. So far as Honora was concerned, it might have been Bagdad. The automobile had stopped before a residence, and she found herself mounting the steps at Chiltern's side. A Swedish maid opened the door. "Is Mr. White at home?" Chiltern asked. It seemed that "the Reverend Mr. White" was.
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.
Bunce, with a flood of tears, begged Phineas to interfere as to the Friday. "He's that headstrong that he'll be took if anybody's took; and they say that all Westminster is to be lined with soldiers." Phineas on the Friday morning did have some conversation with his landlord; but his first work on reaching London was to see Lord Chiltern's friends, and tell them of the accident.
And was she not Hugh Chiltern's wife, entitled to his seat in the place of worship of his fathers? She rose from her knees, and her eyes fell on the softly glowing colours of a stained-glass window: In memoriam Alicia Reyburn Chiltern. Hugh's mother, the lady in whose seat she sat.
A few minutes later, in continuation of the same strange dream, Honora was standing at Chiltern's side and the Reverend Mr. White was addressing them: What he said apart of it at least seemed curiously familiar. Chiltern put a ring on a finger of her ungloved hand. It was a supreme moment in her destiny this she knew.
If you see Lord Chiltern will you tell him from me that I should be glad to see him before he leaves London. I shall be at home till noon to-morrow." Phineas, much astonished at the commission given to him, of course said that he would do as he was desired, and then passed on to Lord Chiltern's apartments.
As she glanced around the sitting-room of her apartment in Paris one September morning she found it difficult, in some respects, to realize that she had lived in it for more than five years. After Chiltern's death she had sought a refuge, and she had found it here: a refuge in which she meant if her intention may be so definitely stated to pass the remainder of her days.
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