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There were good things in the lecture, but, on the whole, it was flabby flabby. A man who would discourse on this topic must be courageous; he must dare to shock and give offence. Now, if he had been lecturing Glazzard beckoned to his niece, and led her out of ear-shot of these utterances. In a minute or two they were joined by the chairman, who had already equipped himself for departure. "Bah!
Nothing more was said of Lilian, and very soon they went to the room where she awaited them. "I know you are a musician, Mr. Glazzard," said Lilian before long. "Will you let me have the pleasure of hearing you play something?" "Some enemy hath done this," the guest made reply, looking towards Denzil. But without further protest he went to the piano and played two or three short pieces.
I have been trying for a long time to get it out of him, and now that I have succeeded I almost wish the thought had never occurred to me." "Pray, pray don't keep me in suspense, Mrs. Wade." "Northway did not make his discovery by chance. You were betrayed to him by a seeming friend." Denzil looked steadily at her. "A friend? He has deceived you. Only one acquaintance of mine knew." "Mr. Glazzard.
Denzil's face was fully lighted by the fire; his friend's received the shadow of an old-fashioned screen which Glazzard, finding the heat oppressive, had pulled forward a few minutes ago. The frank, fearless gaze with which Denzil's words were accompanied met no response; but to this habit in the listener he was accustomed. "Yes, we must tell lies!" Quarrier emphasized the words savagely.
When remoteness at length stilled them, there rose again the long wailing whistle; it was answered by another like it from still greater distance. Glazzard could stand and walk no longer. He threw himself on a seat, crossed his arms, and remained motionless until the ringing of a bell and a sudden turning on of lights warned him that his train drew near.
Quarrier was musing, a look of annoyance on his face. "It couldn't have happened more inconveniently," he said, without regard to Lilian's objection. "I had better tell you at once, Lily: I've asked a friend of mine to come and dine with us to-morrow." She started and looked at him with anxious eyes. "A friend?" "Yes; Glazzard the man who spoke to me at Kew Station the other day you remember?"
Did you ever see it in that light, Mr. Glazzard?" "I confess it is new to me. I shall think it over." The Mayor beamed with gratification. "No one denies," struck in Mr. Vialls, "that to a pure mind all things are pure. Shakespeare is undoubtedly a great poet, and a soul bent on edification can extract much good from him.
I can't help doing many things just now that I should avoid if I had my choice. I have undertaken to fight society by stratagem. For my own part, I would rather deal it a plain blow in the face, and bid it do its worst; but" He waved his hand. Glazzard murmured and nodded comprehension. "I'll go back to the beginning. That was about three years ago.
So much the better; he would wait till they were in a part where observation was less to be feared; then he would speak to her. Lilian never looked back. It was indeed the bright sunshine that had suggested a walk out to Pear-tree Cottage, where before noon she would probably find Mrs. Wade among her books. She felt light of heart. Within this hour Glazzard would be gone from Polterham.
Glazzard began to walk up and down, his eyes straying vaguely. He felt a miserable sinking of the heart, a weariness as if after great exertion. An engine came rolling slowly along one of the lines; it stopped just beyond the station, and then backed into a siding. There followed the thud of carriage against carriage: a train was being made up, he went to watch the operation.
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