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Now it seemed to him that he had let his chance go by, and that Miss Churton, although still as friendly as any person not actually enamoured of her could have wished, was not so sympathetic, not so near to him, as formerly.
Oddly enough Churton Collins apparently believed it, partly from the evidence afforded by the 'fulsome flattery' and 'exaggerated compliments' to be found in Voltaire's correspondence, which, he says, reveal a man in whom 'falsehood and hypocrisy are of the very essence of his composition.
Churton still feels a little offended with me, but I hope she will not refuse to let me go with you if you will consent, I mean." "There is nothing that would please me better. I shall write at once and ask her to receive us both, Fan." "If you will, Constance; but I must also write and ask her for myself.
"I am very sorry, Mrs. Churton, but I cannot show you the letter." They both looked at her, Constance becoming more and more convinced that there was a strength in Fan's character which she had never suspected; while in Mrs. Churton anxiety and sorrow for a moment gave place to a different feeling. "You surprise me very much, Fan," she returned.
Lord Grubminster has had a stroke: they are concealing it, but Mr Tadpole has found it out. They wanted to pair him off with Colonel Fantomme, who they think is dying: but Mr Tadpole has got a Mesmerist who has done wonders for him, and who has guaranteed that he shall vote. Well, that makes a difference of one." "And then Sir Henry Churton "
Churton were all attention, but before the other had begun to speak Miss Churton came in, her hat on, and with a sunshade in one hand and a book in the other. "Here is my daughter," said the mother. "Constance, Miss Starbrow and Miss Affleck."
I wish I could tell you better it seems so hard to say it. But Mrs. Churton never said anything to me about you in that way I mean about your religion." Constance listened to all this with the greatest surprise.
While Fan sat by herself, occupied with her little private trouble, which did not seem little to her, downstairs in the small drawing-room there was another trouble. "Before you go up to your room I wish to speak to you, Constance," said her mother. Miss Churton stood swinging her straw hat by its ribbon, silently waiting to hear the rest. "All right, Jane," said Mr. Churton to his wife.
Young Elsmere's behaviour to him, however, at a time when all the rest of the Churton world was beginning to hold him cheap and let him see it, had touched the old man's heart, and he was the rector's slave in this Mile End business. Edward Meyrick would come whirling in and out of the hamlet once a day. Robert was seldom sorry to see the back of him.
And the result was that with the exception of little petulant or passionate outbreaks on the part of Mr. Churton, mere tempests in a tea- cup, a novel and very welcome peace reigned at Wood End House. Between mother and daughter there was only one quarrel more the last battle fought at the end of a long war.
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