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But now he stood face to face with a contingency he had never taken into his considerations. He had fallen a victim to man's passion for a woman; and he had been forced to a choice between the two things. Either he must renounce all thoughts of Prudence Malling, or he must marry her, and break from all his old associations. To a man of Iredale's disposition the two things were quite incompatible.
"Surely it is probable that such a man may be offered a living." "He would not take it." They walked on a few steps in silence, turned, and strolled back. It was now growing dark. Their faces were set toward the distant gleam of the Herne Bay lights. "I am not so sure," at length dropped out Malling. "Why are you not so sure?" "Why do you think Chichester's departure from St. Joseph's impossible?"
Malling looked down at the rector. "You see!" Mr. Harding said slowly. "What do you mean to do?" Mr. Harding got up from his chair with an effort like that of a weary man. "I wonder where the railway-guide is?" he said. "Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Malling." He went away into the drawing-room, and returned with the railway-guide open in his hand.
But the preacher almost succeeded in conveying the impression to his congregation that what is generally called imagination is really vision, that the true imagination is seeing what is, but is often hidden, knowing what is, but is often unknown. The latter part of the sermon struck Malling as very unusual, even as very daring. The preacher had spoken of the many varieties of hypocrisy.
"It's very kind of you." "We always walk home," said the rector. He sighed. It was obvious that he was in low spirits after the failure of the morning, but he tried to conceal the fact, and his wife tactfully helped him. Malling praised the music warmly, and remarked on the huge congregation. "I scarcely thought I should find a seat," he added.
Harding paused, seemed to make an effort, and continued "we know very little even now, with all that has been done, as to to the possibilities I scarcely know how to put it the possibilities of the soul." "Very little indeed," rejoined Malling. He was considerably surprised by his companion's manner, but was quite resolved not to help him out.
The long-suffering Mary has been catching it in consequence. So come along and be your most cheerful self, Prue. The poor old dears must be humoured." And Alice with gentle insistence led her companion down to the parlour. "And where, miss, have you been all this precious time?" asked Mrs. Malling, when the two girls reached the parlour.
He had no intention of doing so. But his reasons were quite apart from those Hephzibah Malling attributed to him. He wished to see George Iredale, and because of the man's coming Grey would forego his angry desire to retaliate upon Prudence. He quite ignored what he was pleased to call his own pride in the matter. He would come because he had what he considered excellent reasons for so doing.
The man seemed to be leaning out as if in an effort to fill his lungs with air, or to obtain the relief of the cool night wind for his distracted nerves. His attitude struck Malling as peculiar and desperate. Suddenly he moved. The light showed, and Malling saw for an instant a second figure, small, slight, commanding. The big man seemed to be sucked back toward the center of the room.
The lady with the white lock held out her hand. "You have heard Professor Stepton speak of Mr. Malling, haven't you?" added the rector to his wife. "Indeed I have," she answered. She smiled again kindly, and as if resolved to throw off her depression began to talk with some animation as they all walked together toward the street.
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