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Morrison aside too when she tried to substitute herself for the vicar, and did at last by his stony persistency get into the good man's presence. Not until the vicar himself told him that Robin had gone would Fritzing believe it. "The villain has fled," he told Priscilla, coming back drenched in body but unquenchable in spirit. "Your chastisement, ma'am, was very effectual."
"To whom shall you give the order?" repeated Fritzing, pausing in his study to stare at her, the bill in one hand and his pocket-handkerchief, with which he was mopping his forehead, in the other. "Where," asked Annalise, "shall I find the cook?" "Where shall you find the cook?" repeated Fritzing, staring still harder.
Sensible, practical, overflowing with kindness. Fritzing had not met any one he esteemed so much for years. They went down the village street together, for Tussie was bound for Mr.
"And let me tell you that I am going at once to Lady Shuttleworth and shall recommend to her most serious consideration the extreme desirability of removing you, sir." "Removing me! Where the deuce to?" "Sir, I care not whither so long as it is hence," cried Fritzing, passionately striding to the door. Mr. Dawson lay back in his chair and gasped.
Imagine a girl influenced for ten years, ten of her softest most wax-like years, by a Fritzing, taught to love freedom, to see the beauty of plain things, of quietness, of the things appertaining to the spirit, taught to see how ignoble it is, how intensely, hopelessly vulgar to spend on one's own bodily comforts more than is exactly necessary, taught to see a vision of happiness possible only to those who look to their minds for their joys and not to their bodies, imagine how such a girl, hearing these things every afternoon almost of her life, would be likely to regard the palace mornings and evenings, the ceremonies and publicity, all those hours spent as though she were a celebrated picture, forced everlastingly to stand in an attitude considered appropriate and smile while she was being looked at.
As it was she was a thief, a lost soul, a banished face for ever from the ways of grace. Thus are we all the sport of circumstance. Thus was all Symford the sport of Priscilla. Fritzing knew nothing of his loss. He had not told Priscilla a word of his money difficulties, his idea being to keep every cloud from her life as long and as completely as possible.
It is also an astonishment to me that I write thus in detail of Mrs. Dawson, for she has nothing whatever to do with the story. "Who is it?" asked Mr. Dawson; immediately adding, "Say I'm engaged." "He gave no name, sir. He says he wishes to see you on business." "Business! I don't do business at tea time. Send him away." But Fritzing, for he it was, would not be sent away.
"Yes, and be Neumann-Schultz?" "Certainly we can," said Fritzing, his face clearing; how muddled he must be getting not to have thought of it himself! "I will cause cards to be printed at once, and we will be Neumann-Schultz. Ma'am, your woman's wit " "Fritzi, you're deteriorating you never flattered me at Kunitz. Let us have tea. I invite you to tea with me.
"I imagine cleanliness and decency as much as anybody else." "Well, I've never been asked for one with a bathroom in my life." "You are being asked now," said Fritzing, glaring at him, "but you wilfully refuse to reply. From your manner, however, I conclude that they contain none. If so, no doubt I could quickly have some built." "Some? Why, how many do you want?"
Their quickest route would have been Cologne-Ostend-Dover, and every moment being infinitely valuable Fritzing wanted to go that way, but Priscilla was determined to try whether turbines are really as steady as she had heard they were.
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