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Updated: June 17, 2025
Perhaps a little more, though not much, by Gwen's marginal comment: "You know Aunt Constance lives at an outlandish place in the country?" "Do you know, Gwen dear," said Miss Grahame, after reflection, "I really think we ought to have offered them a lift up to the house. Stop, Blencorn!" Blencorn stopped, without emotion. Gwen said: "What nonsense, Cousin Chloe! They're perfectly happy.
The story is sorry to have to admit that Gwen's bad faith to the old lady, in the matter of her pledge of secrecy, did not show itself only in her repetition of the story to her lover and his sister. She told her father, a nobleman with all sorts of old-fashioned prejudices, among others that of disliking confidences entrusted to him in disregard of solemn oaths of secrecy.
But an Englishman is nothing if not a prevaricator; he calls it being scrupulously truthful. "I have no right to catechize Lady Gwendolen," said he. "And her parents have, of course. I see. But if her parents, are convinced as I certainly am in this case, and I think my husband is, almost that there is an unreal element on Gwen's side, it ought to ... to carry weight with you."
At last he said: "It certainly appears to me that if Gwen's ... predilection for this man depends in any degree on a mistaken conviction of duty, the only course open to us is to to temporise to deprecate rash actions and undertakings. Under the circumstances it would be impossible to condemn or find fault with either.
Gwen's cousin, Percy Pellew, had said to her when he carried it upstairs in Cavendish Square, that it weighed absolutely nothing. But this letter said nothing of death, nor of illness with danger of death. And yet Gwen was so disturbed by it that there was scarcely a brilliant visitor to her mother's that afternoon but said to some other brilliant visitor: "What can be the matter with Gwen?
Perhaps it was only in fun. Or perhaps it was to call attention to the fact that you have never told me about it. You haven't, and you said you would." "So I did, when we had The Scene." He meant the occasion on which, according to Gwen's mamma, she had made him an offer of her affections in the Jacobean drawing-room.
The first began in the lobby outside Gwen's room, where her mother overtook her on her way to her own. Here it is in full: "Oh there you are, child! What a silly you were not to come! How's your headache?... I do wish your father would have those stairs altered. It's like the ascent of Mount Parnassus."
Pellew, turning to go and leaving his eyes behind him, collided with the Earl, who was adhering to a conscientious rule of always being punctual for dinner. "Oh Percy! You'll lose your train. Stop a minute! there was something I wanted to say. What was it?... Oh, I know. Gwen's address in London have you got it? She's going to stay with her cousin, you know hundred-and-two, Cavendish Square.
Otherwise, how could the young lady come to know what was passing in Maisie's mind? She approached the subject with caution. "My dear sister's mind," said she, "has been greatly tried. So we must think the less of exciting fancies. But I would not say her nay in anything she would have me think." Gwen's attention was caught. "What sort of things?" said she.
When I hear that voice, I am all Christian forgiveness towards my Maker. When it goes, my heart is dumb and the darkness gains upon me. That I beg to state, is a simple prosaic statement of an everyday fact. When I have added that the powers that I ascribe to the voice that I know to be Gwen's are also inherent in the hand that I believe to be Gwen's.... Don't pull it away!"
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