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Now other miracles were published: that the spear of Mars at Praeneste moved forward of its own accord; that in Sicily an ox had spoken; that a child in the womb of its mother cried out Io Triumphe! in the country of the Marrucinians; at Spoletum, that a woman was transformed into a man; at Hadria, that an altar, with appearances as of men surrounding it in white clothing, was seen in the heavens.
Hadria gave a sudden little laugh while Lord Engleton a shy, rather taciturn man was shewing her his wife's last picture. Hadria had to explain the apparent discourtesy as best she could. The picture was of English meadows at sunset. "They are the meadows you see from your windows," said Lord Engleton. "That village is Masham, with the spire shewing through the trees.
"How can a man suppose that one girl is going to be different from every other girl?" asked Fred. "Different, you mean, from what he supposes every other girl to be," Algitha corrected. "It's his own look-out if he's such a fool." "I believe Hadria married because she was sick of being the family consolation," said Ernest. "Well, of course, the hope of escape was very tempting.
"But she won't let us know about things; one must talk about something!" cried Hadria with a dispirited laugh. "She says she has experience of life, and we are ignorant of it. I reminded her that our ignorance was not exactly our fault." "Ah! precisely. Parents throw their children's ignorance in their teeth, having taken precious good care to prevent their knowing anything.
"Hadria, what is amusing you?" enquired her hostess, across the table. "Oh, well only the discouraging fact that no woman, as Mr. St. George convincingly points out, has ever written one of Shakespeare's dramas!" "Oh," said Lady Engleton with a broad smile, "but you know, Mr. St. George, we really haven't had quite the same chances, have we?"
"But if oh, how I hate all the duplicity that this involves! It creates wretched situations, whichever way one turns. I never realized into what a labyrinth it would lead one. I should like to speak out and be honest about it." "And your mother?" "Oh, I know of course " Hadria set her teeth. "It drives me mad, all this!" "Oh, Hadria! And you don't count me then?" "Obviously I count you.
She recalled instances of women who had fulfilled all their home duties, and been successful in other walks as well; she drew pictures in attractive colours of Hadria in a home of her own, with far more liberty than was possible under her parents' roof; and then she drew another picture of Hadria fifteen years hence at Dunaghee. Hadria covered her face with her hands.
It ran through Hadria's mind that it was possible to refuse to allow the subject to be broached, and thus escape the encounter altogether. It would save many words on both sides. But Henriette had always been in Hubert's confidence, and it occurred to Hadria that it might be well to define her own position once more, since it was thus about to be directly and frankly attacked.
But she never got over my leaving; she seemed to resent my independence, my habit of judging for myself; she hated every detail in which I differed from the girls she knew. If I had married and gone to the Antipodes, she would have been quite satisfied, but " "Ah, why do people need human souls for their daily food?" cried Hadria mournfully.
"Like a creature beginning to struggle through a bad illness. I do think it is all extremely remarkable, especially the bad illness." "You are as strange as your epoch," cried Lady Engleton. "It is a sorry sign when one remarks health instead of disease." "Upon my word, you have a wholesome confidence in yourself!" "I do not, in that respect, differ from my kind," Hadria returned calmly.
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