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The worst is, he glides into these difficulties unwittingly, led and swayed by others. We don't say Elster's sin, or Elster's crimes; we say Elster's folly. I don't believe Val ever in his life did a bad thing of deliberate intention.
A physiognomist might have found fault with the face; and, whilst admitting its sweet expression, would have condemned it for its utter want of resolution. What of that? The inability to say "no" to any sort of persuasion, whether for good or ill; in short, a total absence of what may be called moral courage; had been from his childhood Val Elster's besetting sin.
"Heir-presumptive to what?" asked the dowager snapping at the words. "To Hartledon." "He heir to Hartledon! Don't trouble yourself, young man, to imagine that Val Elster's ever likely to come into Hartledon. Do you want to shoot his lordship, as he was shot?"
Weary and tired, tears and longing at length lost themselves in sleep. When she awaked she found the daylight broadly come, little King in her lap, the fire, instead of being burnt out, in perfect preservation, and Barby standing before it and looking at her. "You ha'n't got one speck o' good by this journey to New York," was Miss Elster's vexed salutation.
I have twice seen them applied in scarlet-fever; and the patients one a young lady, the other a child in both cases died." "Madam, I have given my opinion," curtly returned the physician. "They are necessary in Lord Elster's case." "Do you approve of leeches?" cried Lady Hartledon, turning to Mr. Brook. "Not altogether," was the cautious answer. "Answer me one question, Mr.
Fleda had forgotten it utterly, and deliciously enjoying the rest of mind and body she was stretched upon the sofa, luxuriating over some volume from her remnant of a library; when the inner door was suddenly pushed open far enough to admit the entrance of Miss Elster's head. "Where's the soft soap?"
"Are you well?" she asked, coming forward to the fire, and taking her seat on a sofa. In truth, he did not look very well just then. "What is it?" "Maude," he answered, his fair face flushing a dark red as he plunged into it blindfold: "I am a rogue and a fool!" Lady Maude laughed. "Elster's folly!" "Yes. "Were you?" said she, quietly. "Married to whom?" "I said as good as married, Maude.
"All right, Val; I see you mean well now. We'll talk of these matters next week. Instead of Elster's Folly, let it become Elster's Wisdom." Lord Hartledon wrung his brother's hand and turned away. His eyes fell on Miss Ashton, and he went straight up to her.
Ashton gave a pretty accurate description of how the crisis had been brought to his knowledge that Lord Hartledon had come to the Rectory, with his mistaken assailant, to be identified; and Percival Elster's anger was turned against his brother.
Rossitur had expressed his impatient displeasure at that of Miss Elster's manufacture. Fleda saw the distressed shade that came over her aunt's face, and took her resolution. It was the last time. She had followed her plan of sending for the receipts, and she studied them diligently, both at home and under aunt Miriam.
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