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"We shall go next week: I've only waited to see how your mother would be before starting." I expressed to her hereupon my sense of her extraordinary merit and also that of the inconceivability of Flora's fancying herself still in a situation not to jump at the chance of marrying a man like Dawling. "She says he's too ugly; she says he's too dreary; she says in fact he's 'nobody," Mrs.
She lost herself in these reminiscences, the moral of which was that poor Mr. Dawling was only one of a million. When therefore the next autumn she flourished into my studio with her odd companion at her heels her first care was to make clear to me that if he was now in servitude it wasn't because she had run after him.
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"I think she's at Folkestone," Dawling returned; "but I'm sorry to say that practically she has ceased to see us." "You haven't quarrelled with her?" "How could we? Think of all we owe her. At the time of our marriage, and for months before, she did everything for us: I don't know how we should have managed without her.
The question was now only of her beauty and her being seen and marvelled at: with Dawling to do for her everything in life her activity was limited to that. Such an activity was all within her scope: it asked nothing of her that she couldn't splendidly give.
"Oh who knows?" I rejoined with small sincerity. "I don't suppose Iffield is absolutely a brute." "I would take her with leather blinders, like a shying mare!" cried Geoffrey Dawling. I had an impression that Iffield wouldn't, but I didn't communicate it, for I wanted to pacify my friend, whom I had discomposed too much for the purposes of my sitting.
It seems to me highly immoral, one's participation in her fraud; but there's no doubt that she must be married: I don't know what I don't see behind it! Therefore," I wound up, "Dawling must keep his hands off." Mrs. Meldrum had held her breath; she gave out a long moan. "Well, that's exactly what I came here to tell him." "Then here he is."
Her old certainties, her old vanities were justified and sanctified, and in the darkness that had closed upon her one object remained clear. That object, as unfading as a mosaic mask, was fortunately the loveliest she could possibly look upon. The greatest blessing of all was of course that Dawling thought so. Her future was ruled with the straightest line, and so for that matter was his.
"I think she's at Folkestone," Dawling returned; "but I'm sorry to say that practically she has ceased to see us." "You haven't quarrelled with her?" "How COULD we? Think of all we owe her. At the time of our marriage, and for months before, she did everything for us: I don't know how we should have managed without her.
She sprang up, recognising me, always holding me, and gleefully cried to a gentleman who was arrested in the doorway by the sight of me: "He has come back, he has come back, and you should have heard what he says of me!" The gentleman was Geoffrey Dawling, and I thought it best to let him hear on the spot. "How beautiful she is, my dear man but how extraordinarily beautiful!
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