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Mary picked out the white threads and pretended to listen while Aunt Bella talked to Mamma in a woolly voice about Aunt Lavvy's friendship with the Unitarian minister, and Uncle Edward's lumbago, and the unreasonableness of the working classes. She thought how clever it was of Aunt Bella to be able to keep it up like that. "I couldn't do it to save my life.
She thought: "That was why Mamma and Papa were frightened." "You won't put them into Mamma's head, will you, Aunt Lavvy?" Mamma said, "Get on with your dinner. Papa's only teasing." Aunt Lavvy's face flushed slowly, and she held her mouth tight, as if she were trying not to cry. Papa was teasing Aunt Lavvy. "How do you like that Ilford house, Charlotte?" Mamma asked suddenly.
Aunt Lavvy was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. She took her into her bedroom, Mamma's old room, and asked her what Aunt Charlotte had said. Mary told her. "Poor Mary I oughtn't to have let you see her." Aunt Lavvy's chin trembled. "I'm afraid," she said, "the removal's upset her. I said it would. But Emilius would have it. He could always make Victor do what he wanted."
"I may as well tell you now that all the Five Elms money has been reinvested, and is safe. As for myself, I can assure you that, after the appalling anxiety of the last ten years, the thought of bankruptcy is a relief. A blessed relief, Caroline." All through September and October the long letters came from Uncle Victor. Then Aunt Lavvy's short letter that told you of his death.
They hated it when their minds worked, when anybody's mind worked. Aunt Lavvy's yours. "'Thirteen. Of Works before Justification.
He settled the larger breast on Aunt Lavvy's plate and laid on it one perfect star of beetroot. He could do that while he insulted her. "Oh Papa you are a br " Aunt Lavvy shook her gentle head. "Very nice, thank you." "Did you go to Saint Mary's, or the Parish church?" Aunt Lavvy's straight, flat chin trembled slightly. Her pale eyes lightened. "I went to neither." "Then -where did you go?"
In her face there was a cold exaltation and a sudden hardness. "No religion was ever more true or more beautiful than Christianity," she said. "There's Pantheism. Aren't Unitarians a kind of Pantheists?" Aunt Lavvy's white face flushed. "Unitarians Pantheists? Who's been talking to you about Pantheism?" "Nobody. Nobody knows about it. I had to find out."
In the wagonette she sat close beside Aunt Lavvy, with Aunt Lavvy's shawl over her eyes. She wondered how she knew that you were frightened when Mamma didn't. Mamma couldn't, because she was brave. She wasn't afraid of the funeral. When Roddy said, "She oughtn't to have taken us, she ought to have known it would frighten us," Mark was angry with him.
He looked at her with twinkling eyes. "Oh, you needn't think I'm being scared into it," he answered. "All the same, Lavvy's right enough. No one man has the right to accept large subscriptions and not let the public into his confidence." "Lavilette doesn't believe in our anonymous subscriptions, does he?" she asked. "No! He's rather impudent about that, isn't he?
You must let me speak." Aunt Lavvy's voice thickened in her throat. "I won't have any discussion of Unitarianism here," said Papa. "It's you who have been discussing it, not I." "It is, really, Papa. First you began. Then Mamma." Mamma said, "If you've finished your supper, Mary, you can go." "But I haven't. I've not had any trifle yet."
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