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"Ingenious," remarked Hunsden; "whether true or not is another question. Meantime, don't you feel your little lamp of a spirit wax very pale, beside such a girandole as Lucia's?" "Yes." "Candid, at least; and the Professor will soon be dissatisfied with the dim light you give?" "Will you, monsieur?" "My sight was always too weak to endure a blaze, Frances," and we had now reached the wicket.
And on the other hand, I don't want her to spoil mine, for what's to prevent her going on with the tableaux till church-time next morning if she wishes to keep Miss Bracely away from my house? I'm sure after the way she behaved about my Guru Well, never mind that. How would it be if we had the tableaux first at Lucia's, and then came on here?
"He's shut himself up with Maddox in a stuffy little house at Ealing." "Does that mean that he's very badly off?" "Well, no; I shouldn't say so. He's got an editorship. But he isn't the sort that's made for getting on. In many things he is a fool." "I admire his folly more than some people's wisdom." From the look in Lucia's eyes Jewdwine was aware that his cousin no longer adored him.
But through it all, while he slept and while he worked, and while he scribbled with a tenth part of his brain, mechanically filling in his columns of the Literary Observer, he felt that his genius, conscious of its hour, possessed him utterly. Not even for Lucia's sake could he resist the god who was so tyrannous and strong.
They say that you are a flirt; and that is not a desirable character for a girl to acquire." Lucia's cheeks burned in good earnest now, but it was with anger, not shame. "But it is not true. I am not a flirt. It is quite absurd to say so. You know I am not, Mrs. Bellairs." She was right.
But I also realized that Lucia's indulgence would be turned into an equally rigid condemnation as soon as conventional bounds were overstepped. What a young man did before his marriage had in Latin countries never yet jeopardized his honor.
He knew the exact size, for he had once taken a ring of Lucia's and tried to put it on his little finger; it would not go over the middle joint, but persisted in sticking fast just where the one he bought stopped. It was a magnificent little affair almost enough to bribe a girl to say "Yes" for the pleasure of wearing it, and Maurice congratulated himself on the happy inspiration.
Certainly Lucia's fault was a bitter one, but how clearly the design of Providence could be seen in it! It led a man to the house of the priest; through sin to grace. What a great gift he had received from God, he the last of the priests of the parish, one of the last of the diocese! A soul so lost, so hardened in evil!
My occupations here leave me plenty of time to think of you all, and I depend upon you not to let me be left quite in the dark on the subject to which I cannot help giving most of my thoughts." Mrs. Costello smiled to herself as she read; but she put off Lucia's questioning with a very unfaithful summary of the contents of the note.
After a long pause Maurice asked, "Are you very tired?" Lucia's meditation had carried her so far away that she started at the sound of his voice. "Tired? oh, no! At least not very much." "And you have enjoyed the day after all?" "Pretty well. Not much, I think." "I thought you looked happy enough this evening. Come, confess you are glad you did not stay at home."
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