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"Done with you!" cried Ralph. "Hush h h!" his mother exclaimed, deprecatingly. "Betting, and before the Bishop, too!" "What the Bishop don't know will do him no harm, Ma," said the youth in a stage whisper. "Sit down, Ideala, and begin. It's ten minutes to ten now."
Lorrimer, by an intelligent glance, expressed what he thought of the peculiarity to Ideala, who remarked: "It is the next gale developing dangerous energy on its way to the North British and Norwegian coasts." The laugh that followed caused the old gentleman to fold up his paper, and look benignly at the young people over his pince-nez.
"Many a noble thought has been expressed in a coat of colour," said the lady. "I know it has," Ideala answered; "and all best thoughts give pleasure. I have been so thrilled by a noble idea, well expressed, that I could do nothing but sit with closed eyes and revel in the joy of it.
Of course she had chosen to go alone; it was quite her own doing; but I could not help thinking, uneasily at times, that she would not have gone at all if she had not noticed how anxious we were about her, and fancied she could relieve us of our trouble by relieving us of her presence. That would have been so like Ideala!
"One knows that the future of a woman in that state of mind is only a question of circumstance and temperament; she may rise, but " Ideala looked up quickly. "But she may fall, you were going to say yes. But you know if she does it is her own fault. She must know better." "She may not be quite mistress of herself at the time she may be fascinated; she may be led on!" I interposed, quickly.
But I think something should be done to stop the little newspaper-boy nuisance: the reports they spread are quite alarming." "Ideala, what nonsense are you talking about sculptors and newspaper- boys?" Claudia exclaimed. "I'll tell you," said Ideala. "There was a small boy with a big voice standing at the corner of the market-place this afternoon.
The following week Ideala came to London, but not to us she had promised to stay with some other people first. She wrote three times to Lorrimer while she was with them first to thank him for his kindness, to which he replied briefly, begging her to confide in him, and let him help her. In her second letter Ideala told him what had occurred. His reply was business-like.
You see, even your restraining presence doesn't always keep us in order. I hope," she whispered to me, "I'm not going to be made the horrid example to prove the truth of all my theories." Soon after this the party broke up. Claudia returned in her wraps to say good-night to the Bishop's wife. "Claudia!" Ideala exclaimed, "you have forgotten that detestable old blue shawl."
"And, granted that the popular literature of the day is corrupt," the young sculptor put in, "and that the standard of society is being yearly lowered by it, still there is Art " "But there is so little of it," said Ideala; "I mean so little that elevates.
"It is just the very thing for me, for I am writing a little book, and cannot get on till I have consulted some authorities on the subject." In the museum they stopped to look at a mummy. "Oh, happy mummy!" burst from Ideala, involuntarily. "Why?" asked Lorrimer, aroused from his apathy. "It has done with it all, you know," she answered.
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