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Gibson enjoyed the other's unreasonableness; his quaintness; his strong conservatism in religion, politics, and morals. Mrs. Hamley tried sometimes to apologize for, or to soften away, opinions which she fancied were offensive to the doctor, or contradictions which she thought too abrupt; but at such times her husband would lay his great hand almost caressingly on Mr.
Gibson, who thought that the younger son had had quite his share of low, confidential conversation, 'come here, and sing that little French ballad to Mr. Osborne Hamley. 'Which do you mean, mamma? "Tu t'en repentiras, Colin"? 'Yes; such a pretty, playful little warning to young men, said Mrs Gibson, smiling up at Osborne. 'The refrain is
You are stronger than I am, and can do without sympathy. Molly was taken to another room; the maid who conducted her to it told her that Mrs. Hamley had not wished her to have her nights disturbed, as they might very probably have been if she had been in her former sleeping-room. In the afternoon Mrs.
Hamley is the centre of the world, the axle of the universe you shall see. You doubt it?" he added, with a whimsical smile. "I shall dispute most of what you say, and all that you think, if you do not continue to use the Quaker 'thee' and 'thou' ungrammatical as you are so often."
She felt the cords drawing her elsewhere; the lure of a voice she had heard in an Egyptian garden was in her ears. One night at Hamley, in an abandonment of grief-life hurt her so she had remembered the prophecy she had once made that she would speak to David, and that he would hear; and she had risen from her seat, impelled by a strange new feeling, and had cried: "Speak! speak to me!"
P.S. Molly is a treasure. God help me! Of course Mr. Gibson went; for the first time since his marriage cutting short Mrs. Gibson's querulous lamentations over her life, as involved in that of a doctor called out at all hours of day and night. He brought Mrs. Hamley through this attack; and for a day or two the squire's alarm and gratitude made him docile in Mr. Gibson's hands.
Hamley how much obliged to her we are for thinking of us. 'I'm afraid I can't wait for a note, said Roger. 'I must take a message instead, for I have to meet my father at one o'clock, and it's close upon it now. When he was gone, Molly felt so light-hearted at the thoughts of Thursday that she could hardly attend to what the Miss Brownings were saying.
Gibson went away, heavy at heart at the thought of Mrs. Hamley's approaching death, but thinking little enough of the squire's speeches. He had almost forgotten them, in fact, when about nine o'clock that evening, a groom rode in from Hamley Hall in hot haste, with a note from the squire. DEAR GIBSON, For God's sake forgive me if I was rude to-day. She is much worse. Come and spend the night here.
'Hush, hush, love! said Mrs. Hamley. 'Roger is so good. You don't understand. The squire would begin and ask questions before Roger had tasted food as soon as ever we had got into the dining-room. And all he said to me, at any rate was that Osborne was nervous, and that if he could only have gone in for the Chancellor's medals, he would have carried all before him.
Almost any one could have given it to him, and he had a temptation to seek that society which was his the evening before; but he remembered that she was occupied where he could not reach her, and here was Hylda, from whom he had been estranged, but who must surely have seen by now that at Hamley she had been unreasonable, and that she must trust his judgment.
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