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The same party met again at Ilverthorpe, but there were others there as well Ideala, Mrs. Kilroy's father and mother Mr. and Lady Adeline Hamilton-Wells, and Lady Galbraith, but not Sir George. In the drawing-room after dinner, Beth was intent upon a portfolio of drawings, and Ideala, seeing her alone, went up to her. "Are you fond of pictures?" she said to Beth.
Ilverthorpe Cottage was all and more than Angelica had said, and Beth did not hesitate to take it. It was Mr. Kilroy's property, and the rent was suspiciously low, but Beth supposed that that was because the house was out of the way. She and Angelica spent long happy days in getting it ready for occupation, choosing paper, paint, and furnishments. Mr.
She welcomed Beth cordially, and placed her at table so that she might look out at the old grey Cathedral. It was the first time Beth had seen it, and she could have lost herself in the sensation of realising its traditions, its beauty, and its age; but the conversation went on briskly, and she had to take her part. Lady Fulda Guthrie, an aunt of Mrs. Kilroy's, was the only other guest.
"A rare specimen like you is never safe when unscrupulous naturalists are about." "But no microscope is needed to demonstrate Mr. Kilroy's position in the scale of being," Beth put in. "It is writ large all over him." "Good and true, Beth!" said Angelica, smiling. "You can go and gloat over your worthless specimen as a reward, if you like.
She had not yet come to any conclusion with regard to Mrs. Kilroy's invitation, and she felt it was time she decided. She took her sewing, her accustomed aid to thought, and sat down on a high chair near the window.
Yet I have cared for you in a way," she protested; "not a kind way, perhaps, but still I have relied upon you upon your friendship. I have felt a sense of security in the certainty of your affection for me and presumed upon it. O Daddy! why have you let me do as I like?" Mr. Kilroy's face became rigid, and the fingers with which he had kept up that intermittent tapping on the table turned cold.
The young man with the pointed beard, who had been looking about the room uneasily, seemed to have found what he wanted when he noticed her. He asked an elderly man standing near him who the young lady of distinguished appearance might be. "A friend of Mrs. Kilroy's, I believe," the gentleman answered, and moved off as if he resented the question. But Pointed Beard was persistent.
But the scientific mind is a mystery to me, and I shall never understand how you have the patience to do it." Beth found Mr. Alfred Cayley Pounce pacing about her sitting-room, biting his nails in an irritable manner. "You were at lunch, I think," he said. "I wonder why I was not asked in?" Beth said nothing. "I consider it a slight on Mr. and Mrs. Kilroy's part," he pursued huffily.
"Are you no better than those hateful French people who have no conception of anything unusual in a woman that does not end in gross impropriety of conduct; and fill their books with nothing else?" Mr. Kilroy's face flushed. "Such an unworthy suspicion would never have occurred to me in connection with yourself," he said.
Especially I wanted to keep her pure-minded and unsuspicious of evil; and that she could not remain if she got drawn into Mrs. Kilroy's set, and mixed up with the questions about which women are now agitating themselves. I know you're with them and not with me in the matter, but you'll allow for my point of view. Well, with regard to Beth, I find I've made a mistake.
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