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She looked tentatively at her cousin. "Haven't they been nice?" "They've been odious odious " Mrs. Fetherel burst out, with an ineffectual clutch at her handkerchief. "It's been perfectly intolerable!" Mrs. Clinch, philosophically resigning herself to the propriety of taking no more tea, crossed over to her cousin and laid a sympathizing hand on that lady's agitated shoulder.
When the funds for the window were so mysteriously placed at his disposal, just as he had begun to despair of raising them, he assured me that he could not help connecting the fact with his denunciation of your book." "Dear uncle!" sighed Mrs. Fetherel. "Did he say that?" "And now," continued Mrs.
There's a special ceremony in the cathedral the chantry window is to be unveiled." "The chantry window? How picturesque! What is a chantry? And why do you want to see it unveiled? Are you after copy doing something in the Huysmans manner? 'La Cathedrale, eh?" "Oh, no." Mrs. Fetherel hesitated. "I'm going simply to please my uncle," she said, at last. "Your uncle?" "The Bishop, you know."
Clinch felt her way warily. "I only mean, dear, that I fancied from what you said before the book came out that you rather expected that you'd rather discounted " "Their recommending it to everybody as a perfectly harmless story?" "Good gracious! Is that what they've done?" Mrs. Fetherel speechlessly nodded. "Every one of them?" "Every one " "Whew!" said Mrs. Clinch, with an incipient whistle.
Fetherel, who sat near the fire with her head propped on a languid hand, looked up without speaking. "Mercy, Paula," said her visitor, "you're ill." Mrs. Fetherel shook her head. "I was never better," she said, mournfully. "Then may I help myself to tea? Thanks." Mrs. Clinch carefully removed her mended glove before taking a buttered tea-cake; then she glanced again at her cousin.
Fetherel, and she drew out her scent-bottle, and then thrust it hurriedly away, conscious that she was still the center of an unenviable attention. And all the while the Bishop's voice droned on... "And of all forms of literature, fiction is doubtless that which has exercised the greatest sway, for good or ill, over the passions and imagination of the masses.
Fetherel glanced at her in surprise, and Mrs. Gollinger continued, with a playful smile: "You forget that your face is familiar to thousands whom you have never seen.
Mrs. Fetherel at this point half rose, pushing back her chair, which scraped loudly over the marble floor; but Hynes involuntarily laid a warning hand on her arm, and she sank down with a confused murmur about the heat.
Fetherel, as wives go, had been fairly exempt from trials of this nature, for her husband, if undistinguished by pronounced brutality or indifference, had at least the negative merit of being her intellectual inferior.
"You may remember that I sent you a copy last Christmas?" "Of course I do!" Mrs. Fetherel brightened. "It was that delightful story of the poor consumptive girl who had no money, and two little brothers to support " "Sisters idiot sisters " the Bishop gloomily corrected.
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