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He was pointing out the fine Norman window of the south transept, Joseph nodding wearily, Dodge leaning judicially on his broom and listening with attention. Joseph, as Lady Engleton remarked, was evidently bearing the Normans a bitter grudge for making interesting arches. The Professor seemed to have no notion of tempering the wind of his instruction to the shorn lambs of his audience.
"Oh, they do! but sometimes the dulness that an intelligent society has ordained as the classic accompaniment to social smiles, gets the better of a select few Helen par exemple." It frequently happened that Hadria and Miss Du Prel came across Lady Engleton and her guests, in the Priory garden. From being accidental, the meetings had become intentional.
Cecil, however, looked about suspiciously. "Don't you notice," he whispered, "that we can hear the wind much plainer here than in the passage? I believe I can feel a current of fresh air, too. I wonder if he's been trying to cut his way through to the air-hole. It's only a few feet up." He flashed his light upon the wall near where Engleton was lying. Then he turned significantly to Forrest.
It seemed more practical to try to help one's fellows to resist sin, than to shriek at convicted sinners. His departure had been fixed for the following morning. "So you and poor little Martha will go up together by the afternoon train, I suppose," said Lady Engleton. Hadria spent the rest of the day at Martha's cottage. There were many preparations to make.
"Come over to my side," she said. "We are going to leave this place." Engleton staggered towards her. He had always been thin, but he seemed to have lost more flesh in the last few days. "For God's sake let's get out!" he said. "If I don't breathe some fresh air soon, it will be the end of me." "In any order you please," Cecil de la Borne said smiling.
"Then what would you do?" Dodge leant upon the broom-handle, apparently in profound thought. His words were waited for. "I think," he announced at last, "as I shouldn't do nothin' partic'lar." "Dodge, you really are an oracle!" Hadria exclaimed. "What could more simply describe the action of our Great Majority?" "You are positively impish in your mood to-day!" exclaimed Lady Engleton.
Think what it means for a girl to have been taught to connect the idea of something low and evil with that which nevertheless is to lie at the foundation of all her after life. That is what it amounts to, and people complain that women are not logical." Lady Engleton laughed. "Fortunately things work better in practice than might be expected, judging them in the abstract.
There was a large flat stone, sharp-edged and coated with mud, lying underneath. "I thought so," he whispered. "Jove, he's gone a long way with it, too!" he muttered, looking upward. "Another foot or so and he would have been outside. I wonder the place didn't collapse." Engleton dragged himself a little way back. He remained upon the floor, but there was support for his back now against the wall.
Lady Engleton had turned to her neighbour at the Red House in an instinctive search for sympathy, as the more genuine side of her nature began to cry out against the emptiness of her graceful and ornate existence. Hadria was startled by the revelation. Hubert had always held up Lady Engleton as a model of virtue and wisdom, and perfect contentment.
The child could not have the same advantages, in her present circumstances, as the Professor would be able to give her. Lady Engleton admitted that this was true. "Then may I count on you to plead my cause with Mrs. Temperley?" "If Hadria believes that it is for the child's good, she will not stand in the way." "Unless . You remember that idea of vengeance that she used to have?"
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