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"If you wish me to tell you, as perhaps I ought, I know this, Colonel Monk, that the other night, when I was driving along the Rectory road, I saw your son, Mr. Monk, kissing this wonderful Miss Fregelius; that is all, and Stephen saw it also, you ask him." "Thank you; I think I would rather not. But what an odd place for him to choose for this interchange of early Christian courtesies!
Fregelius would never have invented any memorial so beautiful and full of symbolism; also she doubted his ability to pay for a piece of statuary which must have cost many hundreds of pounds. A third reason, which seemed to her conclusive, was that the face on the statue was the very face of Morris's drawing, although, of course, it was possible that Mr.
Fregelius wished to erect a monument to his daughter, which, as her body never had been found, could properly be placed in the chancel of the church. Morris entered heartily into the idea and undertook to spend the hundred pounds which the old gentleman had saved for this purpose on his account and to the best advantage. In affect he did spend it to excellent advantage, as Mr.
"You must have found that all sorts of strange things have happened at the Abbey since you have been away, Colonel Monk," she said presently in a sprightly voice. "Well, yes; at least I don't know. I understand that Morris has improved that blessed apparatus of his, and the new parson and his daughter have floated to our doors like driftwood. By the way, have you seen Miss Fregelius?" "Seen her?
You'll find them a nice lot in this parish, I can tell you, a nice lot. Old Tomley just gave them up as a bad job." "I hope I shan't do that," replied Mr. Fregelius, after his retreating form. The Colonel was down to dinner first, and standing warming himself at the library fire when Stella, once more in honour of his arrival arrayed in her best dress, entered the room.
At the edge of the base of this remarkable effigy, set flush on the black marble in letters of plain copper was her name Stella Fregelius with the date of her death.
"Oh, you have met him. I remember; he said he should call in at the Dead Church, as he had something to say to you." Stella determined to get the conversation over, so she forced the pace. She was a person who liked to have disagreeable things behind her. Drawing herself up, she answered steadily: "He did call in, and he said it." "What, my dear, what?" asked Mr. Fregelius innocently.
"He asked me to marry him, father; I think he told me with your consent." Mr. Fregelius, auguring the very best from this openness, answered in tones which he could not prevent from betraying an unseemly joy. "Quite true, Stella; I told him to go on and prosper; and really I hope he has prospered." "Yes," said Stella reflectively.
They believed, too, that on the earth they did but linger in its gateway, passing their time with such joy as they could summon, baring their heads undismayed to the rain of sorrow, because they knew that very soon they would be crowned with eternal joys, whereof each of these sorrows was but an earthly root. Stella Fregelius reminded Morris of these old Egyptians.
You see we look more to other things." "Ah. Well, so far as I am a judge she seemed to me to be pretty well set up in them also. She has a marvellous voice, is certainly a first-class violinist, and I should say extremely well-read, especially in Norse literature." "Oh! I daresay she is a genius as well as a beauty." "I gather," said the Colonel with a smile, "that you do not like Miss Fregelius.
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