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I tried to focus the many-buttoned page, in the daily airing, as he perhaps even pushed the Bath-chair over somebody's toes. I was destined to hear, none the less, through Mrs. Saltram who, I afterwards learned, was in correspondence with Lady Coxon's housekeeper that Gravener was known to have spoken of the habitation I had in my eye as the pleasantest thing at Clockborough.
"Because she loves me so!" cried Adelaide gaily. But she hadn't come to see me only to tell me Miss Anvoy loved her: that was quite sufficiently established, and what was much more to the point was that Mr. Gravener had now raised an objection to it.
"The Endowment," I permitted myself to observe, "is a conception superficially sublime, but fundamentally ridiculous." "Are you repeating Mr. Gravener's words?" Adelaide asked. "Possibly, though I've not seen him for months. It's simply the way it strikes me too. It's an old wife's tale. Gravener made some reference to the legal aspect, but such an absurdly loose arrangement has NO legal aspect."
She writes me every post telling me to smooth her aunt's pillow. I've other things to smooth; but the old lady, save for her servants, is really alone. She won't receive her Coxon relations she's angry at so much of her money going to them. Besides, she's hopelessly mad," said Gravener very frankly.
I could recollect devoutly replying. I could smile at present for this remembrance, since before we got to Ebury Street I was struck with the fact that, save in the sense of being well set up on his legs, George Gravener had actually ceased to tower. The universe he laid low had somehow bloomed again the usual eminences were visible.
I had at that time a lodging in Ebury Street, and Gravener was staying at his brother's empty house in Eaton Square. At Cambridge, five years before, even in our devastating set, his intellectual power had seemed to me almost awful. Some one had once asked me privately, with blanched cheeks, what it was then that after all such a mind as that left standing. "It leaves itself!"
I knew at any rate that Gravener, already quite in view but still hungry and frugal, had naturally enough more ambition than charity. He had sharp aims for stray sovereigns, being in view most from the tall steeple of Clockborough.
Gravener laughed, without saying no, when I suggested that the young lady might come in through a loophole; then suddenly, as if he suspected my turning a lantern on him, he declared quite dryly: "That's all rot one's moved by other springs!" A fortnight later, at Lady Coxon's own house, I understood well enough the springs one was moved by.
"I might feel injured," I answered, "if I didn't reflect that they don't rave about ME." "Don't be too sure! I'll grant that he's a gentleman," Gravener presently added, "if you'll admit that he's a scamp." "I don't know which to admire most, your logic or your benevolence." My friend coloured at this, but he didn't change the subject. "Where did they pick him up?"
"Talk that, as you've so interestingly intimated, has landed you in a disagreement." "She considers there's something in it," Gravener said. "And you consider there's nothing?" "It seems to me a piece of solemn twaddle which can't fail to be attended with consequences certainly grotesque and possibly immoral.
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