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Cornelia brought Freshfield to a stop: "Ill?" Before them all, book in hand, Mr. Barrett had to give assurance that he was hearty, and to appear to think that his words were accepted, in spite of blanched jowl and reddened under-lid. Cornelia threw him one glance: his eyes closed under it.
"I think a little peeping makes surprises sweeter; I'm weak enough to think that," Lady Charlotte threw in. "That is so true!" exclaimed Laura. "Well; and a secret shared is a fact uncommonly well aired that is also true. But, remember, you do not desire the surprise; you are a destroying force to it;" and Freshfield bowed.
And here we reach the point where the principles I have been offering for your consideration might be applied. Were it not that the size of the first party will have to be limited on account of transport and supply difficulties, I should greatly like to have a poet or a painter, or anyhow a climber like Mr. Freshfield with a poetic soul, a member of it.
"I think a little peeping makes surprises sweeter; I'm weak enough to think that," Lady Charlotte threw in. "That is so true!" exclaimed Laura. "Well; and a secret shared is a fact uncommonly well aired that is also true. But, remember, you do not desire the surprise; you are a destroying force to it;" and Freshfield bowed.
Chump's hand publicly. In spite of the steady hum of small-talk in spite of Freshfield Sumner's circulation of a crisp anecdote in spite of Lady Gosstre's kind effort to stop him by engaging him in conversation, Mr. Pole forced on for a speech. He said that he had not been the thing lately.
She had struggled to repress it, and yet, continually, her wits were in revolt against her judgement. Perhaps one reason was that Albert Tinley had haunted her steps at an early part of the day; and Albert a sickening City young man, "full of insolence, and half eyeglass," according to Freshfield had once ventured to propose for her.
The idea that the Tinleys strove to catch at her skirts made Arabella spiteful. Up to the threshold of Besworth, Freshfield, Mr. Powys, Tracy, and Arabella kept the wheel of a dazzling run of small-talk, throwing intermittent sparks. "You are anxious to know?" said Arabella, hesitatingly. "To know, dear?" echoed Laura. "There was, I presumed, something you did not hear."
"See! she must be a born actress. They always exaggerate in that style, so that you would really think she had a mighty passion for Brookfield." "Or in it," suggested Freshfield. "Or in it!" she laughed assentingly. Mr. Pole was perceived entering the garden, rubbing his hands a little too obsequiously to some remark of the baronet's, as the critical ladies imagined.
"We found that there are times in war when you can do nothing, and you are feverish to be employed. Then, if you can bring your mind to study, you are sure to learn quickly. I liked nothing better than Latin Grammar." "Studying Latin Grammar to the tune of great guns must be a new sensation," Freshfield Sumner observed. "The pleasure is in getting rid of all sensation," said she.
They were at a dead-lock, for Arabella, flattered as she was by Freshfield Sumner's wooing, could not openly throw Edward over, whom indeed she thought that she liked the better of the two, though his letters had not so wide an intellectual range. Her father was irritably anxious that she should close with Edward. Adela could not move: at least, not openly.
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