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Then they all left their chairs, but as they did so Mr. Spooner finished the bottle of port-wine. "I never heard Chiltern speak so much like a book before," said Spooner to his wife, as she drove him home that night. The next morning everybody was ready for a start at half-past nine, except Mr. Maule, as to whom his wife declared that she had left him in bed when she came down to breakfast.
They seemed serene and stupid, chattering amiably through pauses of the dance; and beneath, on the dais, Maule divined the presence of Mrs. Manhattan, Mrs. Hackensack, Mrs. Bouvery, the Coenties, and other ladies of maturer years. He was sure they were smiling and fanning themselves. They always were. And presently, when his gloves were buttoned, he fell to wondering what he was doing there.
Old Matthew Maule, especially, was known to have as little hesitation or difficulty in rising out of his grave as an ordinary man in getting out of bed, and was as often seen at midnight as living people at noonday.
But all this made little impression on Bridget's preoccupied brain. She had the thought of that coming interview with Maule before her.
"You will permit me to say, sir," he continued, "that whatever your motive may have been, and whatever evidence you may have, your announcement might have been conveyed a trifle less unceremoniously. I bid you good afternoon." "But " "I bid you good afternoon." Maule twirled his moustache for a second, and then, with a glance at Eden, he too left the room.
His attitude was tantamount to admission, and as such Eden construed it. "Thank God!" she exclaimed. "O God! I thank you. I am free." She still clutched her father's arm, and Maule made a movement toward her. "Yes," he said, as he did so, "yes, Miss Menemon " But before he could reach her, Usselex barred the way. "By what right, sir " he began, very firmly, but Eden interrupted him.
When she turned to him, her eyes were full of tears. 'I think I'll go now. She said simply. 'Colin will show you your room. He's there coming up from the lagoon. She went through a French window lower down the veranda into her bedroom, and Maule descended the steps into the garden and presently joined his host.
'How very considerate of you, Colin if Mr Maule LIKES to be disposed of in that way. HE is to be allowed freedom of contract I presume, though the shearers are not. 'You needn't be afraid that I shall strike, Lady Bridget, laughed Maule. 'It will suit my general principles to keep out of the scrimmage.
The origin of the curse and of the plot lies in the founder of the family, Colonel Pyncheon, whose character, wrong-doing, and death make the first act; the second, which is no more than an illustrative episode and serves to fill out the history of the house itself, is the tale of Alice, the mesmerized victim of a later generation, in which the witchcraft element of the first story is half rationalized; the third part, which these two lead up to and explain, is the body of the novel, and contains the working out of the curse and its dissipation in the marriage of the descendants of the Colonel and the old wizard Maule, from whose dying lips it had come.
"Henry Maule of Melgum was a gentleman, Mr. Oldbuck." "I presume he had no advantage of me in that particular," replied the Antiquary, somewhat tartly. "Permit me, Mr. Oldbuck he was a gentleman of high family, and ancient descent, and therefore" "The descendant of a Westphalian printer should speak of him with deference? Such may be your opinion, Sir Arthur it is not mine.
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