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He saturated himself with the fluent numbers of Longfellow and Tennyson, and fortified himself with Shakespeare; found a kindred soul in Pope, and a master in Shelley, and heard and fled the siren voices of Eliza Cook and Mrs. Hemans. But he read no more Browning, because he hoped for the loan of other volumes from Miss Haysman when he returned to London.
But I am always inclined to distrust these philanthropists-on-principle " "Are you quite sure?" said Miss Haysman, with a catch in her breath. "Quite. It's dreadful, isn't it? But, you know, what can you expect? His father is a cobbler." Then Miss Haysman astonished the girl in spectacles. "I don't care. I will not believe it," she said, flushing darkly under her warm-tinted skin.
He missed several meetings of the debating society, but he found the chance encounters with Miss Haysman in the spacious ways of the adjacent art museum, or in the little museum at the top of the College, or in the College corridors, more frequent and very restful.
Of one fact about professed atheists I am convinced; they may be they usually are fools, void of subtlety, revilers of holy institutions, brutal speakers, and mischievous knaves, but they lie with difficulty. If it were not so, if they had the faintest grasp of the idea of compromise, they would simply be liberal churchmen. And, moreover, this memory poisoned his regard for Miss Haysman.
Wedderburn and Miss Haysman were talking of a performance of The Meistersingers when she came up to them. "Have you heard?" she said. "Heard what?" "There was cheating in the examination." "Cheating!" said Wedderburn, with his face suddenly hot. "How?" "That slide " "Moved? Never!" "It was. That slide that we weren't to move " "Nonsense!" said Wedderburn. "Why! How could they find out?
You will understand now how it was necessary, if only in the interests of humanity, that Hill should demolish Wedderburn in the forthcoming examination and outshine him in the eyes of Miss Haysman; and you will perceive, too, how Miss Haysman fell into some common feminine misconceptions.
But Miss Haysman thought that such lives were deficient on the aesthetic side, by which, though she did not know it, she meant good wall-paper and upholstery, pretty books, tasteful clothes, concerts, and meals nicely cooked and respectfully served.
"It's nothing," said Hill, staring at Wedderburn and Miss Haysman talking together, and eager to hear what they talked about. "We poor folks in the second class don't think so," said the girl in spectacles. What was it Wedderburn was saying? Something about William Morris! Hill did not answer the girl in spectacles, and the smile died out of his face.
And while Hill had to introduce himself and talk to Miss Haysman clumsily over mangled guinea-pigs in the laboratory, this Wedderburn, in some backstairs way, had access to her social altitudes, and could converse in a polished argot that Hill understood perhaps, but felt incapable of speaking. Not, of course, that he wanted to.
Who do they say ?" "It was Mr. Hill." Hill!" "Mr. Hill!" "Not surely not the immaculate Hill?" said Wedderburn, recovering. "I don't believe it," said Miss Haysman. "How do you know?" "I didn't," said the girl in spectacles. "But I know it now for a fact. Mr. Hill went and confessed to Professor Bindon himself." "By Jove!" said Wedderburn. "Hill of all people.
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