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"Evadne dear," Mrs. Beale remonstrated, patting her hand emphatically to restrain her. "Edith has accepted him because she loves him, and that is enough." "If it were love it would be," Evadne answered. "But it is not love she feels. Prove to her that this man is not a fit companion for her, and she will droop for a while, and then recover.
So light had been the footsteps and so deeply had he been absorbed in thought, he had not heard his niece enter the library and cross the room until she stood before his desk. Very fair was the picture which his eyes rested upon. What made his brows contract as if something hurt him in the sight? Evadne Hildreth was in all the sweetness of her young womanhood.
When Evadne left Colonel Colquhoun he threw himself into a chair, and sat, chin on chest, hands in pockets, legs stretched out before him, giving way to a fit of deep disgust. He had always had a poor opinion of women, but now he began to despair of them altogether. "And this comes of letting them have their own way, and educating them," he reflected.
"Young ladies don't guard sacred shields nowadays," said Evadne. "No," answered her aunt, glancing over her shoulder at the open book on the table. "You speak regretfully, auntie; but isn't it better to think and be happy, than to die of atrophy for a sentiment?" "I don't think it better to extinguish all sentiment. Life without sentiment would be so bald."
I had walked over from Fountain Towers, and dropped in casually to ask for some tea, and, Colonel Colquhoun arriving at the same moment from barracks, we went up to the drawing room together, and found Evadne in her accustomed place, busy with her embroidery as usual. She shook hands, but said nothing to show that she was aware of the interval there had been since she saw me last.
On Conjugal Love the classic models are first consulted, Oenone, Evadne, Medea, these characters being followed through the delineation of modern dramatists. We know of no more exquisite criticism than the pages devoted to Griseldis. Analyzing the accounts of Boccaccio, Chaucer, and Perault, our author concludes with the play of "Munck Bellinghausen."
What Evadne did say was: "The revolutionary excesses were inevitable. They came at the swing of the pendulum which the nobles themselves had set in motion; and if you consider the sufferings that had been inflicted on the people, and their long endurance of them, you will be more surprised to think that, they kept their reason so long than that they should have lost it at last.
It stood on the writing table, and the first thing I saw, on entering the room, was a letter lying conspicuously on the blotting pad. It was from Evadne to me. She had evidently intended me to get it in the morning, for a tray was always left for me in the dining room in case I should be hungry when I came in late, and my chances were all against my going to the study again that night.
Evadne roused herself and entered at once by the window. "I have been hearing voices through my dim dreaming consciousness," she said. "Have you had a visitor?" "Only the doctor," her aunt replied. "By the way, Evadne," she added, "what is Major Colquhoun's Christian name?" "George," Evadne answered, surprised. "Why, auntie?" "Nothing; I wanted to know."
"Now, when I was a lad, if a lady had liked me as well as Evadne likes that boy, I'd have taken advantage of her preference." "Not if the lady had been of her stamp," I said drily. "Well, true for you," he acknowledged. "But it isn't the lady only in this case. It's that young sybarite himself. He's as particular as she is.
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