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Hadria's expression was solemn, and as much like that of Mrs. Walker as she could make it, without descending to obvious caricature. "Do you think it quite wise, Henriette, to run dead against the customs of ages? Do you think it safe to ignore the opinion of countless generations of those who were older and wiser than ourselves?" "Dear me, how you have changed!" cried Miss Temperley.
Walker supposed it fashionable, but regretted that this sort of thing was going to be worn this season. She hoped the girls would modify the style in adopting it. Mrs. Walker had heard that the two Professors had arrived at Craddock Place yesterday afternoon, and the Engletons expected them to make a visit of some weeks. Hadria's face brightened.
To love with her whole heart, without a shadow of doubt; to have that element of warmth in her life which could never fail her, like sunshine to the earth. Among the cruelest elements of Hadria's experience had been that emptying of her heart; the rebuff to the need for love, the conviction that she was to go through life without its supreme emotion.
The sight seemed to stir up some demon in Hadria's bosom. Fantastic, derisive were her comments on that excellent lady's most cherished principles, and on her well-known and much-vaunted mode of training her large family of daughters. "Only the traditional ideas carried out by a woman of narrow mind and strong will," said Lady Engleton. "Oh those traditional ideas!
One or two stars had already twinkled out. "I ought really to be going," said the Professor. But he lingered still. His eyes wandered anxiously to Hadria's white face. He said good-night to Valeria, and then he and Hadria walked to the gate together. "You will come back and see us at Craddock Dene soon after you return, won't you?" she said wistfully. "Of course I will.
Temperley," observed Fleming pensively. "I mean, don't you know of course ." "You are quite right!" cried Valeria. "I have often noticed a sort of wildness that crops up now and then through a very smooth surface. Hadria may sigh for the woodlands, yet !" The first break in the unity of the Fullerton family had occurred on the occasion of Hadria's marriage.
"And can she bear to be misunderstood; to be derided for departure from old rules and conventions; to have her work despised and refused, and again refused, till at last the dull ears shall be opened and all the stupid world shall run shouting to her feet?" The colour rushed into Hadria's cheeks. "Voila!" exclaimed Madame Vauchelet. M. Thillard beamed with satisfaction. "Did I not tell you?"
At such times she would work out her musical ideas, which in the dead silence of the house were brought forth plentifully. These, from her point of view, were the fruitful hours of the twenty-four. Thoughts would throng the darkness like swarms of living things. Hadria's mood found expression to-night in a singular and most melancholy composition. She called it Futility.
If she had but given herself a chance, how she might have helped us, and what a friend she might have been to us, and we to her! But she would not." Algitha said that her mother evidently felt Hadria's departure as a disgrace to the family. It was pathetic to hear her trying to answer people's casual questions about her, so as to conceal the facts without telling an untruth.
What had passed before Hadria's departure had revealed finally, the hopelessness of such an attempt. Matters settled down heavily and with an air of finality. If only her mother's declining years were happy and peaceful, that would be something of importance gained, but, alas! Mrs. Fullerton seemed anything but happy. Her helplessness was hard to bear, and she felt the worldly downfall, severely.
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