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"You are ver' 'appy," said Madam Gadow, and sighed. "I was ver' 'appy," said Madam Gadow. The golden mists of delight lifted a little on Monday, when Mr. and Mrs. G.E. Lewisham went to call on his mother-in-law and Mr. Chaffery. Mrs. Lewisham went in evident apprehension, but clouds of glory still hung about Lewisham's head, and his manner was heroic.
"There are things I touch upon them lightly that will presently astonish Lagune." Lewisham became more attentive. "I marvel at that man, grubbing hungry for marvels amidst the almost incredibly marvellous. What is he for, that he should wonder at Poltergeists?
"Are you coming up again next year?" asked Miss Heydinger. "No," said Lewisham. "No, I shall not come here again. Ever." Pause. "What will you do?" she asked. "I don't know. I have to get a living somehow. It's been bothering me all the session." "I thought " She stopped. "Will you go down to your uncle's again?" she said. "No. I shall stop in London.
What a lie and sham all civility is, all good breeding, all culture and refinement, while one poor ragged wretch drags hungry on the earth!" "But this is Socialism!" said Lewisham. "No Ism," said Chaffery, raising his rich voice. "Only the ghastly truth of things the truth that the warp and the woof of the world of men is Lying. Socialism is no remedy, no ism is a remedy; things are so."
Lewisham wanted very much to keep on at times, but the good of it was a little hard to demonstrate. So his knowledge of the situation remained imperfect and the weeks drifted by. Wonderfully varied were those seven-and-sixty nights, as he came to remember in after life.
She looked at him hesitatingly and smiled again. She held out her hand. No doubt that was the proper thing to do. He took it, searching a void, tumultuous mind in vain. "It's awfully kind of you," she said again as she did so. "It don't matter a bit," said Mr. Lewisham, and sought vainly for some other saying, some doorway remark into new topics.
After dinner visited Spurgeon's Stockwell Orphanages, then walked to Camberwell and dropped in, in passing, at the Catholic Apostolic Church and heard a sermon from a man who would have described himself as an Apostle, I suppose, and who ridiculed in a gentle and mild way the idea that all men were to be partakers of the Gospel blessings which he seemed to think were the special property of what he called "The Church"; walked on to Lewisham, heard Morlais Jones: and then walked home in the moonlight, arriving here footsore and weary about 10.20 P.M. I enjoyed the day very much, all but the last four or five miles home at night.
Never can stand Ruskin. Too many prepositions. Tremendous English, no doubt, but not my style. Sort of thing a wholesale grocer's daughter might read to get refined. We can't afford to get refined." "But would you really marry a girl ...?" began Lewisham, with an unprecedented admiration for Dunkerley in his eyes. "Why not?" "On ?" Lewisham hesitated. "Forty pounds a year res. Whack! Yes."
Instead, she felt her face hard, the little muscles of her mouth twitching insubordinate, and fancied that her self-consciousness made her eyes dishonest. "What I mean," said Lewisham, "is that this will go on. We're always going to be friends, side by side." "Always. Just as I am able to help you I will help you. However I can help you, I will." "We two," said Lewisham, gripping her hand.
Chaffery guided her house by the oracular items of "Inquire Within upon Everything," but Lewisham considered that work unscientific. Ethel was also of opinion that much might be learnt from the sixpenny ladies' papers the penny ones had hardly begun in those days.
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