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Their art is mere artfulness. They care nothing for Nature." "No," Mrs. Haggage assented; "they prefer nastiness. All French books are immoral. I ran across one the other day that was simply hideously indecent unfit for a modest woman to read. And I can assure you that none of its author's other books are any better.
Indeed, it has less right; for truth-telling is natural to mankind as is shown by its prevalence among the younger sort, such as children and cynics and, as Shakespeare long ago forgot to tell us, a touch of nature makes the whole world embarrassed." At this point Mrs. Haggage sniffed. She considered he was growing improper. She distrusted Nature.
The virtues of the humble must be admitted in spite of their dissolute and unhygienic tendencies. Yes," Mrs. Haggage added, meditatively, "our literature is undoubtedly acquiring a more elevated tone; at last we are shaking off the scintillant and unwholesome influence of the French." "Ah, the French!" sighed Mr. Kennaston; "a people who think depravity the soul of wit!
Also, he had forceful opinions as to the ultimate destination of those who were. Then Billy was presented to the men of the party Mr. Felix Kennaston and Mr. Petheridge Jukesbury. Mrs. Haggage he knew slightly; and Kathleen Saumarez he had known very well indeed, some six years previously, before she had ever heard of Miguel Saumarez, and when Billy was still an undergraduate.
And I don't see how we can possibly come to stay with you." "Don't you argue with me!" Mrs. Haggage exhorted her. "I'm not in any temper to be argued with. I've spent the morning sewing bias stripes in a bias skirt something which from a moral-ruining and resolution-overthrowing standpoint simply knocks the spots off Job.
And you a crying too? said Mrs Bangham, to rally the patient more and more. 'You! Making yourself so famous! With the flies a falling into the gallipots by fifties! And everything a going on so well! And here if there ain't, said Mrs Bangham as the door opened, 'if there ain't your dear gentleman along with Dr Haggage! And now indeed we ARE complete, I THINK!
Oh, and Peter Blagden too. It had slipped my mind his uncle was dead...." "I learned this morning Mrs. Haggage was to lecture in Louisville on the sixteenth. She was reading up in the Library, you see " "Rudolph, you are the lodestar of my existence. I will ask her to come on the fourteenth and spend a week. I never could abide the hag, but she has such a There!
Very unexpectedly, however, the boy had developed a disconcerting tendency to fall in love with Margaret, who snubbed him promptly and unmercifully. He had accordingly fallen back on Adèle, and Mrs. Haggage had regained both her trust in Providence and her temper. In the breakfast-room, where luncheon was laid out, the Colonel greeted Mr.
"I never in my life saw Adèle so deeply affected by anything," Mrs. Haggage continued, with a certain large archness. "The sweet child was always so fond of you, you know, Billy.
Margaret, will you be my blushing bride?" "No!" said Miss Hugonin emphatically. "No, you tipsy old beast no!" There was a rustle of skirts. The door slammed, and the philanthropist was left alone on the terrace. In the living-hall Margaret came upon Hugh Van Orden, who was searching in one of the alcoves for a piece of music that Adèle Haggage wanted and had misplaced.
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