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Not the most respected of the ladies who turned up their disapproving noses, was more dull or more depressing than Hadria could be, on occasion, as she had herself pointed out; and would not this soften stony hearts? When she discovered that her kindly neighbour had been fighting her battles for her, she was touched; but she asked him not to expend his strength on her behalf.
"Seems only yesterday as we was a diggin' o' that there grave, don't it, mum?" he remarked pleasantly, including Hadria in the credit of the affair, with native generosity. "It does indeed, Dodge. I see you have been tidying it up and clearing away the moss from the name. I can read it now. Ellen Jervis. Requiescat in pace." "We was a wonderin' wot that meant, me and my missus." Hadria explained.
They had risen, and were strolling down the yew avenue. A little star had twinkled out. "I am very glad to have Professor Fortescue's opinion of your composition, Hadria. I was talking to him about you, and he quite agrees with me." "What? that I ought to ?" "That you ought not to go on as you are going on at present." "But that is so vague."
"I don't care," said Valeria discontentedly. "I never supposed that one could be tied hand and foot, in this way. I should never stand it. It is intolerable!" "These are what you have frequently commended to me as 'home ties," said Hadria. "Oh, but it is impossible!" "You attack the family!" cried the Professor. "If the family makes itself ridiculous ?" The Professor and Hadria laughed.
There is nothing that people regret so bitterly as superiority to themselves." Hadria laughed. "I am always afraid of the gratifying argument based on the assumption of superiority; one is apt to be brought down a peg, if ever one indulges in it." "I can't see that much vanity is implied in claiming superiority to the common idiot of commerce," said the Professor, with a shrug.
Lady Engleton seemed to ponder somewhat seriously, as she stood looking down at the grave beside her. "How we ever came to have tied ourselves into such an extraordinary mental knot is what bewilders me," Hadria continued, "and still more, why it is that we all, by common consent, go on acting and talking as if the tangled skein ran smooth and straight through one's fingers."
"Why could not Hubert choose one among the hundreds and thousands of women who would have passed under the yoke without a question, and have gladly harnessed herself to his chariot by the reins of her own conscience?" "I would to heaven he had!" Henriette was goaded into replying. Hadria laughed. Then her brow clouded with pain.
Hadria couldn't understand it; especially as the domestic life was arranged, one might almost say, with a special view to promoting musical talent in the mistress of the household. Yet where were those oratorios? She shook her head. Mr. St.
Professor Fortescue noticed, as Hadria looked down, a peculiar dreaminess of expression, and something indefinable, which suggested a profoundly emotional nature. At present, the expression was softened.
How long does her fancy generally remain faithful to a new toy?" "Well I hope you are not pressed for time," said Hadria maliciously. The Professor groaned, and struggled in the toils. "Come, little one, open the fingers. Oh no, no, we mustn't cry." Martha kept her features ready for that purpose at a moment's notice, should any nonsense be attempted. The victim looked round miserably.
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