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He sat and looked on, enjoying his idleness with the zest of a hard worker. The twinkle of amusement faded gradually from his face, and the sadness that Hadria had noticed the day before, returned to his eyes. She was leaning against the dyke, pensively enjoying her festive meal.
"But you do not understand, you do not understand, little soul that sings the spring is torturing me and taunting me. If only it would kill me!" The robin fluffed out his feathers, and began again to impart his sweet philosophy. Hadria was shedding the first unchecked tears that she had shed since her earliest childhood.
"It was they who insidiously prepared the doom for their country, as they wove and span and bore children, with stupid docility. As surely as an enemy might undermine the foundations of a city till it fell in with a crash, so surely they brought ruin upon Greece." "Oh, Hadria, you are quite beside yourself to-day!" cried Henriette. "A love of paradox will lead you far!" said Lady Engleton.
She was struggling to avoid making comparisons between her two companions. The contrast was startling. Every cadence of their voices, every gesture, proclaimed the radical difference of nature and calibre. Hadria rose abruptly. She looked pale and perturbed. "Don't you think we have sat here long enough?" she asked. They both looked a little surprised, but they acquiesced at once.
"I don't mean to treat it or anything that brings harm and suffering 'moderately," returned Hadria. "I mean only that I can see why the vice is so common. It causes forgetfulness, and I suppose most people crave for that." "I think, Hadria, if I may be allowed to say so, that you are finding your excitement in another direction."
"But I thought Mrs. Temperley had been supporting it!" cried Lady Engleton. "Nevertheless I have continued to send the money to the aunt. If Mrs. Temperley chose to take charge of the child, I certainly had nothing to complain of. And I could not openly contribute without declaring myself." "Dear me, it is all very strange! What would Hadria say if she knew?" "She does know." "What, all along?"
She felt that she had been rude to him, on one occasion at any rate, and desired to make amends. He had become more cautious in his conduct towards her. During this period of the Renaissance, as Hadria afterwards called the short-lived epoch, little Martha was visited frequently.
For some time she resisted, but one day, the sun shone out strong and genial, the budding trees spread their branches to the warm air, a blackbird warbled ecstatically from among the Priory shrubberies, and Hadria passed into the garden of the Griffins. The caretaker smiled, when she saw who stood on the doorstep.
Hadria was with her mother, taking tea at Drumgarren, when Mrs. Gordon, catching the sounds of carriage wheels, announced that she was expecting Hubert and his sister for a visit. In another second, the travellers were in the drawing-room. Hubert's self-possession was equal to the occasion. He introduced his sister to Mrs. Fullerton and Hadria.
Henriette could not overrate the importance of early familiarity with the difference between right and wrong. Certainly it was important, but Hadria shrank from an extreme view. One must not rush into it without careful thought. "But meanwhile the children are growing up!" cried Henriette, in despair. Hadria had not found that experienced mothers laid much stress on that fact.
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