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William, I just came to tell you that I may be late for dinner, so perhaps you had better dine at the House. I am going on the river." "Are you?" said Ashe, gathering up his papers. "Wish I was." "Are you going with the Crashaw's party?" asked Elizabeth. "I know they have one." "Oh, dear, no!" said Kitty. "I hate a crowd on the river. I am going with Geoffrey Cliffe." Ashe bent over his desk.
Challis was ushered into Crashaw's study on his arrival, and found the rector in company with another man introduced as Mr. Forman a jolly-looking, high-complexioned man of sixty or so, with a great quantity of white hair on his head and face; he was wearing an old-fashioned morning-coat and grey trousers that were noticeably too short for him.
Challis was conscious of the anomaly that he was speaking in the boy's presence, crediting him with a remarkable intelligence, and yet addressing a frankly ignorant woman as though the boy was not in the room. Yet how could he break that deliberate silence? It seemed to him as though there must, after all, be some mistake; yet how account for Crashaw's story if the boy were indeed an idiot?
I shall not tarry here to controvert Vaughan's utterly untruthful chapter on Teresa, I shall content myself with setting over against it Crashaw's exquisite Hymn and Apology, and especially his magnificent Flaming Heart. Teresa's Way of Perfection is a truly fine book: full of freshness, suggestiveness, and power.
I say; that's bad," he said as he turned towards the room again. Crashaw's head was still bowed. "And whatever may be your own philosophic doubts," he said, "I think you will agree with me that in such a case as this, something should be done. To me it is horrible, most horrible." "Couldn't you give me any details?" asked Challis. "They are most repugnant to me," answered Crashaw. "Quite, quite!
It is true that that visit feebly helped Crashaw's cause at the moment by further enlisting the sympathies and strenuous endeavour of the Nonconformist Purvis; but no effort of the ex-mayor could avail to upset the majority of the Local Education Authority and the grocer, himself, was not a person acceptable to Crashaw.
"Five is the age fixed by the State," said Mr. Forman. He had relaxed into a broad smile in sympathy with Challis's laugh, but he had now relapsed into a fair imitation of Crashaw's intense seriousness. "Oh! How can I explain?" said Challis. "Let me take an instance. You propose to teach him, among other things, the elements of arithmetic?" "It is a part of the curriculum," replied Mr. Forman.
She came out accompanied by the handsome Cambridge lad who had been her partner at Lady Crashaw's dance. He was evidently absorbed in her society, and they approached in high spirits, laughing and teasing each other. "Well, Kitty, how's the bruised one?" said Ashe, as he sank into a chair beside Mrs. Alcot. "Doing finely," said Kitty. "I shall send him home to-night."
And then the third, after a manner hardly paralleled save in Crashaw's Flaming Heart, breaks from twaddle and respectable verse into a rocket-rush of heroic couplets, scattering star-showers of poetry all over and round the bewildered reader. It is artifice rather than art, perhaps, to lisp and drawl, that, when you do speak out, your speech may be the more effective.
How much she had made of that service, and how weak she was to give way so easily! "I'll clean the silver," she thought. "I'll do it better than ever" but unfortunately she had a hole in her stocking, and Aunt Elizabeth, like a sparrow who has found a worm, told her about it. "Mr. Crashaw's coming to tea this afternoon," she concluded. "That's why Anne's staying in bed to be well enough."
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