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It was with a most painful shock, therefore, that he one day received from the Father the information that Miss Morison had returned to Boston. He met the Father Superior in the hall one morning after matins, and although it was a silent hour the latter spoke. "It is better to see her at once," he added. "Mrs. Frostwinch is very low, and the sooner the thing is settled the better."
Nothing would so surely ruin the actor's art as the reformation of his morals." "Oh, my dear!" remonstrated Mrs. Ranger. "Really, Diana," Mrs. Frostwinch said, good-naturedly, "your sentiments are too shocking for belief." "But she doesn't mean them," added Mrs. Ranger. "I am sorry to shock anybody," the hostess responded, "but I really do mean what I say.
It came to him now that he was being repaid for the accursed vanity which had led him to make this boast; and he became the more animated against his director from his anger against himself. "Whatever Mrs. Frostwinch has done with the property," Father Frontford said, "of course Miss Morison may do if she pleases." "I should suppose so; but I know nothing about it."
Staggchase presented Maurice to the ladies, and after they had spoken on the stairs with one and another acquaintance, and Maurice had exchanged a word with his friend Ashe, it chanced that the four left the house together. Wynne found himself behind with Miss Morison, while his cousin and Mrs. Frostwinch walked on in advance.
He reflected that he had been poisoned by the world; yet he could not wholly shut out the consciousness that he had no genuine desire to be freed from the sweet madness which had seized him. He tried to put all thought of these matters by, however, and to give his whole attention to what the priest might say to him. "I think that you have met Mrs. Frostwinch," the Father said.
"Then it is Mr. Wynne. But I thought" "He isn't a priest any more," Berenice struck in, replying to the unspoken doubt as if it had been in her own mind. "I heard yesterday that he has left the Clergy House for good, and is staying with Mrs. Staggchase." "Have you seen him lately?" "He overtook me on the street yesterday." Mrs. Frostwinch put out her hand with a loving gesture.
He hesitated a moment, and then followed her, saying to himself with suspicious emphasis that the fact that the invitation came from her had nothing to do with his acceptance. He soon found himself seated in the great dusky drawing-room of the Frostwinch house, an apartment whose very walls were incrusted with conservative traditions.
"Oh, in these days," Elsie interpolated, "a temple is only a church declasse." "She has only a life interest in the property," Wilson went on. "Berenice Morison is residuary legatee of almost everything, unless Mrs. Frostwinch has saved up her income." The talk ran on business for a few moments, Wilson advising with shrewdness, and practically deciding the matter for his wife.
The day had darkened until the room was lighted only by the flames of the soft coal fire which sputtered in the grate. The cousins could hardly see each other's faces; but in the dim light Berenice turned frankly toward Mrs. Frostwinch. "That is all over now," responded she. "Of course to anybody else I shouldn't own that there ever was anything; but whatever there may have been is ended.
It only unsettles him, and he should be left to associate with persons in his own class." "I quite agree with you," her husband replied, as he had replied to every proposition she had advanced for the half century of their married life. Mrs. Frostwinch was less rigid.
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