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They suddenly turn round and act exactly opposite to their whole previous character. Look at Fräulein! That poor lady, recalled thus to a sense of duty, hurried from the room, and the Bishop, who had opened the door for her, closed it gently behind her. "You must excuse her, my lord," said Mr. Gresley; "the truth is, we are all somewhat upset this morning.
At last he came down and found Mr. Gresley waiting for him at the foot of the stair. "You are sure he is all right?" he asked. "Sure. Fräulein is with, him. He got the turn at dawn." "Thank God!" "Well, I should say thank your sister, too. She saved him. I tell you, Gresley, neither you nor I could have sat all those hours without stirring, as she did. She had cramp after the first hour.
Gresley, "and I am fond of her in spite of all, and she has no one to look to for help and guidance but me. I am her only near relation. That is why I feel so much the way she disregards all I say. She does not realize that it is for her sake I speak." Mr. Gresley thought he was sincere, because he was touched. Mrs. Gresley's cheek burned.
Gresley called "very Frenchy," and he now showed his Frenchyness by a foolish exhibition of himself in coursing round and round the room with his silly foreign tail crooked the wrong way. "Mother got out at Mrs. Brown's," shrieked Regie, in his highest voice, "and I drove up." "Oh, Regie!" expostulated Mary the virtuous, the invariable corrector of the statements of others.
Gresley, her hands trembling, as she took up her work. Hester would never forgive her brother if he did that. It would certainly cause a quarrel between them. Young married people did best without a third person in the house. "Will you follow his advice?" she asked. "I don't know. I you see poor Hester! it has taken her a long time to write. I wish to goodness she would leave writing alone."
The Bishop was very good to Regie and gave him that fur rug." They looked at the splendid blue fox rug on the sofa. "I am afraid," said Mrs. Gresley, after a pause, "that Hester did run all the way to Southminster as the Bishop said. Abel said the Bishop's coachman told him that she came late last night to the Palace, and she was white with snow when the footman let her in."
The Bishop went straight up to him, and said, 'You come at a fortunate moment, for I am greatly distressed at the burning of Miss Gresley's book, and Gresley tells me that you advised it. And would you believe it," said Mr. Gresley, in a strangled voice, "the Archdeacon actually denied it then and there.
Gresley and to a young thrush, which was hurling its person, like an inexperienced bicyclist, now against Lazarus and his grave-clothes, now against the legs of John the Baptist, with one foot on a river's edge and the other firmly planted in a distant desert, and against all the other Scripture characters in turn which adorned the windows.
Gresley was troubled, more troubled than he had ever been since a never-to-be-forgotten period before his ordination, when he had come in contact with worldly minds, and had had doubts as to the justice of eternal punishment.
"I saw you correcting some one's manuscript last week," he said. "You were at it all day in the hay-field." "That was different. I was asked to criticise the style and composition." "Oh, well," said Mr. Gresley, "don't let us split hairs. I don't want an argument about it. If you'll come into my study at ten o'clock I'll get it off my hands at once."
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