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He had heard one of the other girls in the shop address her. "What an odious name," said Philip. "Why?" asked Dunsford. "I like it." "It's so pretentious." It chanced that on this day the German was not there, and, when she brought the tea, Philip, smiling, remarked: "Your friend's not here today." "I don't know what you mean," she said coldly.
Rollo has been lolling out his great tongue, and looking wistfully from face to face, as we each began our talk. A few minutes ago he was quite concerned, thinking I was angry with you, when I would not let you "but" my aphorism. I am not sure which of the three I should rather go out walking with now: Dunsford, Rollo, Milverton. The middle one is the safest companion.
A very good simile, my dear Dunsford, but rather of the Latin-verse order. I almost see it worked into an hexameter and pentameter, and delighting the heart of an Eton boy. Dunsford. Ellesmere is more than usually vicious to-day, Milverton. A great "public improvement" would be to clip the tongues of some of these lawyers. Ellesmere. Possibly.
Besides, one can manage to agree so well, intellectually, with a book; and intellectual differences are the source of half the quarrels in the world. Ellesmere. Judicious shelving! Milverton. Judicious skipping will nearly do. Now when one's friend, or oneself, is crotchety, dogmatic, or disputatious, one cannot turn over to another day. Ellesmere. Don't go, Dunsford.
But then he thought, I imagine, that if you once begin answering, there is no end to it, and also, which is more important, that the public journals were not a tribunal which he was called to appear before. He had his official superiors. Dunsford. It should be widely known and acknowledged then, that silence does not give consent in these cases. Milverton.
But I am always very suspicious, when Ellesmere appears to be carried away by any enthusiasm, that it will break off suddenly, like the gallop of a post-horse. Dunsford. Well, what are we to have for our essay! Milverton. Despair. Ellesmere. I feel equal to anything just now, and so, if it must be read sometime or other, let us have it now. Milverton. You need not be afraid.
I must say, I think, Milverton, you do not give enough credit for sympathy, good-nature, and humility as material elements in the conformity of the world. Ellesmere. I am not afraid, my dear Dunsford, of the essay doing much harm. There is a power of sleepy conformity in the world. You may just startle your conformists for a minute, but they gravitate into their old way very soon.
I have had a great respect for Schiller ever since I heard that saying of his about death, "Death cannot be an evil, for it is universal." Dunsford. Very noble and full of faith. Ellesmere. Touching the essay, I like it well enough; but, perhaps, people will expect to find more about recreation itself not only about the good of it, but what it is, and how it is to be got. Milverton.
The next chapter contains an Essay and conversation on Criticism: but its commencement shows us Dunsford still employed in the interests of his friends. He tells Milverton that Blanche is growing fond of him. We can hardly give Milverton credit for sincerity or judgment in being "greatly distressed and vexed." For once, he was shamming.
She used the clients whom she did not know with frigid insolence, and when she was talking to a friend was perfectly indifferent to the calls of the hurried. She had the art of treating women who desired refreshment with just that degree of impertinence which irritated them without affording them an opportunity of complaining to the management. One day Dunsford told him her name was Mildred.
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