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"The fact is," she explained, neither consenting nor refusing, "that we were expecting to meet some friends who had tickets for us" young Mavering's face fell "and I can't imagine what's happened." "Oh, let's hope something dreadful," he cried. "Perhaps you know them," she delayed further. "Professor Saintsbury!" "Well, rather! Why, they were here about an hour ago both of them.
The whole family had in some degree that foible which affects people who lead isolated lives; they come to think that they are the only people who have their virtues; they exaggerate these, and they conceive a kindness even for the qualities which are not their virtues. Mrs. Mavering's life was secluded again from the family seclusion, and their peculiarities were intensified in her.
"I think she has the Hibbins face," said Mrs. Saintsbury. "Oh! she's got the Hibbins face," said Mrs Pasmer, with a disdain of tone which she did not at all feel; the tone was mere absent-mindedness. She was about to revert to the question of Mavering's family, when the door-bell rang, and another visitor interrupted her talk with Mrs. Saintsbury. Mrs.
They stopped at a door in a poor court which they had somehow reached without Mavering's privity. "Will you come in?" asked Boardman. "What for?" "Chinaman." "Chinaman?" Then Mavering remembered. "Good heavens! no. What have I got to do with him?" "Both mortal," suggested the reporter. The absurdity of this idea, though a little grisly, struck Dan as a good joke.
She never said to her what she believed: that a girl of her exemplary principles, a nature conscious of such noble ideals, so superior to other girls, who in her place would be given up to the happiness of the moment, and indifferent to the sense of duty to herself and to others, was sacrificed to a person of Mavering's gay, bright nature and trivial conception of life.
The next morning Alice was walking slowly along the road toward the fishing village, when she heard rapid, plunging strides down the wooded hillside on her right. She knew them for Mavering's, and she did not affect surprise when he made a final leap into the road, and shortened his pace beside her. "May I join you, Miss Pasmer?" "I am only going down to the herring-houses," she began.
But shouldn't you Don't you think it would be a great pity She's so superior, so very uncommon in every way, that it hardly seems Ah, I should so like to see some one really fine not a coarse fibre in him, don't you know. Not that Mr. Mavering's coarse. But beside her he does seem so light!" "Perhaps that's the reason she likes him." "No, no! I can't believe that.
She could not help being pleased with the pleasure that she saw in her daughter's face. Young Mavering's was radiant. "I'll be back in just half a minute," he said, and he took a gay leave of them in running to speak to another student at the opposite end of the hall. "You must allow me to get you something to eat first, Mrs. Pasmer," said the elder Mavering. "Oh no, thank you," Mrs. Pasmer began.
Alice was looking at one of the sketches which were pretty plentifully pinned about the wall, and apparently seeing it and apparently listening to what Professor Saintsbury was saying; but her mother believed from a tremor of the ribbons on her hat that she was conscious of nothing but young Mavering's gaze and the sound of his voice. "We've been delighted, simply enchanted," said Mrs. Pasmer.
"Yes, I think you can," said her mother. "At any rate, I can. Now what is it all?" "Perhaps this letter, will explain," said Alice, continuing to dignify her enforced submission with a tone of unabated hauteur; and she gave her mother Mrs. Mavering's letter, which Dan had mechanically restored to her. Mrs. Pasmer read it, not only without indignation, but apparently without displeasure.
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