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What undoubtedly is wrong in itself, and what to Hemstead, unfamiliar with society and its arbitrary customs, seemed strangely indelicate, was to her but a prevailing mode among the ultra-fashionable, in which class it was her ambition to shine. "The great, verdant boor!" she said in her anger, as she paced restlessly up and down the hall.
Hemstead, except that it has always been very perverse. But I now wish I had a better one. You have disturbed the equanimity with which I could do wrong most wofully. I even feel a little guilty for leaving them all this morning, with no explanations." "It was hardly right, now I think of it," said Hemstead, reflectively. "Have you just thought of it? How preoccupied you have been!
Lottie disarmed both suspicion and censure to a considerable extent by saying, "I had promised Mrs. Dlimm to come and see her again, and wished to keep my word. I knew no one would care to go there save Mr. Hemstead, so I took him to see the parson while I visited the parson's wife. I enjoyed my call very much, too; and as Mr. Hemstead and Mr.
De Forrest, having vainly sought to get Lottie to sit with him, had sulkily taken his seat just behind her and Hemstead, where he was the most sheltered of the party, and, not supposing there was any real danger, had muffled himself up so that he was almost past speaking or hearing. He had nearly resolved with some sullenness to let matters take their course until the "cursed visit was over."
Hemstead, you look as if at a funeral. What are you thinking of?" Following an impulse of his open nature, he looked directly into Lottie's face, and replied, "You." She blushed slight'y, but said with a laugh, "That is frank," but added, meaningly, "I am surprised you cannot find anything better to think about." "I think Mr. Hemstead shows excellent judgment," said Mr.
You unconsciously left abundant proof here of what you intended, and I feel that I owe my life to you as truly as to Mr. Hemstead. And yet I was so cruelly unjust yesterday morning as to treat you coldly, because I thought my old friend and playfellow had let strangers go to our help. With far better reason I wish to ask your forgive "
Bel managed to gasp out, as a blind, "Mr. Harcourt, if you don't behave yourself and play fair, I'll throw down my hand." But straightforward Hemstead increased difficulties by saying, a little stiffly, "I hope, Miss Marsden, that you do not suppose that one of my calling would frequent places of improper resort."
"I dissent from Judge Marsden's decision now, most emphatically," replied Hemstead. "Is not true art fidelity to nature?" "Yes, so it is claimed." "And where does nature come from? God is the Divine Artist, and is furnishing themes for all other artists.
Addie and Harcourt joined in laughingly. Bel began with them, but stopped when she saw that Lottie did not sing. "Do you believe that 'all blessings flow' from God?" asked Hemstead of De Forrest. "I suppose so, according to Old Hundred," he said lightly. "You don't 'suppose so' at all, Julian. You know it, as we all do, however we may act," said Lottie, with emphasis.
" I, too, am an ostrich ! What did she mean by that?" and Hemstead pondered over this ornithological problem for hours after. Lottie's radiant face at supper, in contrast with her clouded one at dinner, again puzzled certain members of the household; and De Forrest, to his disgust, learned that while he slept she had again been with Hemstead.
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