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In the little room above, the two watchers were weeping over the dead girl. Mallard, when he had taken leave of Cecily by Regent's Park, set out to walk homewards. He was heavy-hearted, and occasionally a fit of savage feeling against Elgar took hold of him, but his mood remained that of one who watches life's drama from a point of vantage.
"Eternal gratitude to our old schoolmasters," cried Elgar, "who thrashed us through the Eton Latin grammar! What is Italy to the man who cannot share our feelings as we murmur that distich? I marvel that I was allowed to learn this heathen tongue. Had my parents known what it would mean to me, I should never have chanted my hic, haec, hoc."
For an hour or more, Reuben held forth rapturously on what he had seen these last few days. He could not rest seated, but paced up and down the room, gesticulating, fervidly eloquent. "Do play me something, will you, Mrs. Spence?" he asked at length. Something to invigorate! A rugged piece!" Eleanor made a choice from Beethoven, and, whilst she played, Elgar leant forward on the back of a chair.
And when they heard how Elgar the fisher had swam on, rather than draw attention to the place where we two lay, Wulfhere nodded and said: "That was well done," and Wislac said: "Truly I would I could do the like of that.
"That is another matter. They will have no consent of mine to anything of the kind." "You relieve me." Mallard looked at her frowningly. "Miss Doran," he continued, "will not marry Elgar with my consent until she be one-and-twenty. Then, of course, she may do as she likes." "You will see Mr. Elgar, and make this clear to him?" "Very clear indeed," was the grim reply.
Likewise, on opening the current number of a leading musical journal, the long, high, prominent nasal organ of Sir Edward Elgar confronts us, whose peculiar cast of thought confirms the impression that spirituality, fine artistic conception and capacity to achieve are still the dower of those possessing this fast-disappearing feature.
Again he took her hand, and pressed it against his cheek Miriam looked straight before her with wide, almost despairing eyes. "I must go, this moment," Elgar said, happening to notice the time. "Say I have been here, and couldn't wait for their return; indeed, they wouldn't expect it." "Wait a few minutes, Reuben." She retained his hand. "I can't dear; I can't." His cheeks were hot.
Mallard worked through the day, as usual, but with an uneasy mind. In the morning he walked over once more to the Spences', and learnt that anxieties were at an end; Mrs. Baske had received a letter from her brother, in which Cecily's absence was explained. Elgar wrote that he was making preparations for departure; in a few days they hoped to be in Paris, where henceforth they purposed living.
"Often. I rave at her superstition; how can she help it? But she's a good girl, and has wit enough if she might use it. Oh, if some generous, large-brained man would drag her out of that slough of despond! What a marriage that was! Powers of darkness, what a marriage!" Mallard was led to no question. "I shall never understand it, never," went on Elgar, in excitement.
"Haven't you noticed it? There are differences, of course. Mr. Elgar is originally much better endowed; though at present I should think he is even less to be depended upon, either intellectually or morally. But they belong to the same species. What numbers of such young men I have met!" "What are the characteristics of the species, aunt?" Cecily inquired, with a pleasant laugh.
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