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Such wondrous nature is the Grail's great blessing, Reveal'd must then the knight from mortals flee: Let not rest in your hearts a doubt oppressing, If known to you he saileth o'er the sea. Now list what he to you in troth declareth: The Grail obeying here to you I came. My father Parzival, a crown he weareth, His knight am I and Lohengrin my name!
He wondered what the subject of these private conversations might be; there had seemed to him something of mystery in Grail's manner when he was plied with a friendly inquiry or two. 'I've heard him speak of the lectures, said Lydia. 'He says he enjoys them very much. 'To be sure. Yes, they're very fair lectures, very fair, in their way.
He too, yes, he would be glad, for he would know nothing of the truth. It might be that his whole future life would be made lighter by this act of hers. Mrs. Ormonde alone would understand; it would give her pleasure to know that Gilbert Grail's sorrow was at an end.
Perhaps you haven't time? 'Oh yes. What are you busy with? Half an hour's talk followed, of course mainly of books. Egremont looked over the volumes on the shelves; those who love such topics will know how readily gossip spun itself from that centre. He was pleased with Grail's home; it was very much as he had liked to picture it since he had known that Gilbert lived with his mother. Mrs.
Grail's kind to her, is she? remarked Mr. Bower. Why, you're getting great friends with the Grails, Miss Lydia. 'Yes, we really are. 'And do you see much of Grail himself? 'No, not much. We sometimes have tea with them both. 'Ah, you do? He's a very decent, quiet fellow, is Grail. I dare say he tells you something about Egremont now and then? Mr.
Two or three other people were walking about the Head. In talking, Mrs. Ormonde became aware that someone had approached her; she turned her head, and saw Annabel Newthorpe. They shook hands quietly. Thyrza drew a little away. 'Are you alone? Mrs. Ormonde asked. 'Yes, I have walked. 'Who do you think this is? Mrs. Ormonde murmured quickly. 'Mr. Grail's future wife.
Walking with the nervous and unreasonable quickness of city men, they soon arrived at Mrs. Grail's. The good lady was sitting at one of her front windows, sewing. As she looked into the street, her face was seen to have a sad and thoughtful expression. She came to the door in response to a sharp ring by Wesley Tiffles, who was tentative of bellpulls. Mrs.
'I hope for better things. Tell me just one thing, before we change the subject. What is your opinion of her sister? What do you really know of her? 'I know nothing save what I have gathered from Thyrza's talk, and from Grail's. I never saw her. But there can be little doubt that she is of sterling character. 'Well, let it be. Now come in with me.
But I hear she is still very weak; perhaps someone will have to be sent from the hospital. During dinner, the library was discussed. Egremont reported that workmen were already busy in the school-rooms and in Grail's house.
A baby lay awake in a swinging cot just under the protruding leaf of the table, and a little girl of three was sitting in night-dress and shawl on a stool in a warm corner. 'Yes, you may well stare, resumed Mrs. Poole, noticing Grail's glance at the children. 'A quarter past ten and neither one of 'em shut an eye yet, nor won't do till their father comes home, not if it's twelve o'clock.
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