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He laughed, and taking up a pebble dropped it sharply among the goldfish. "Alack!" said Marcella, caressing her child's head as he stood playing beside her. "Hallin, I can't have you kiss my hand like that. Sir George says it's poverty of mind." "It ain't," said Hallin, promptly.
"But tell me" he went on "who has been tampering with you? Is it Hallin? You told me you saw him often." "Perhaps. But what if it's everything? living? saving your presence! A year ago at any rate the world was all black or white to me. Now I lie awake at night, puzzling my head about the shades between which makes the difference. A compulsory Eight Hours' Day for all men in all trades!"
"I don't imagine there is any lack of that! But certainly he holds himself aloof from nothing and nobody! I hear of him everywhere." "What! among the smart people?" Aldous nodded. "A change of policy by all accounts," said Hallin, musing. "He must do it with intention. He is not the man to let himself be be-Capua-ed all at once." "Oh dear, no!" said Aldous, drily. "He does it with intention.
Not three days after her final interview with Wharton, while the catastrophe in the Labour party was still in every one's mouth, and the air was full of bitter speeches and recriminations, Hallin one evening laid down his newspaper with a sudden startled gesture, and then pushed it over to Marcella.
She, too, put down the paper, and laying her finger-tips together on her knee she said with an odd slight laugh: "But I was the last person to know. About a fortnight ago Mr. Wharton proposed to me." Hallin sprang from his chair, almost with a shout. "And you refused him?"
Aldous told me he thought the walk from the Court was too much for you. Shall we take this short way?" And she opened a little gate leading to a door at the side of the house through the Cedar Garden. The narrow path only admitted of single file, and Hallin followed her, admiring her tall youth and the fine black and white of her head and cheek as she turned every now and then to speak to him.
For suddenly Raeburn's expression changed; the over-strenuous, harassed look, which of late had somewhat taken the place of his old philosopher's quiet, reappeared. "I did not tell you, Hallin," he began, in a low voice, raising his eyes to his friend, "that I had seen her again." Hallin paused a moment. Then he said: "No.
I see," said Hallin, with disappointment, "she will only take care he doesn't beat her which I gather from your manner doesn't matter. And her politics?" "Lord Alresford was left out of the Ministry," said Marcella slily. "He and Lady Selina thought it a pity." "Alresford Alresford? Why, of course!
She meanwhile watched Marcella except through the encounter with Lord Wandle, which she did not see and found some real pleasure in talking both to Aldous and to Hallin.
"Her sympathies and convictions go with them." Then, as they passed through the village, he began to talk of quite other things college friends, a recent volume of philosophical essays, and so on. Hallin, accustomed and jealously accustomed as he was to be the one person in the world with whom Raeburn talked freely, would not to-night have done or said anything to force a strong man's reserve.
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