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Barron to his annoyance could not keep his hand which held a glove from shaking a little. The wrestle between their personalities was rapidly growing in intensity. "Unless I bring an action, you mean against any one spreading the story? No I shall not bring an action I shall not bring an action!" Meynell repeated, with emphasis.
"For heaven's sake remember we are not alone!" whispered Chetwynd in distress, "you have distinguished yourself quite enough." "I don't care you have insulted my friends." "Friends!" "Yes, and as good as you or I. What did you marry me for if you are ashamed of my connections?" "I did not marry the whole variety stage." At this juncture Meynell rose.
Well, really I shouldn't have thought it was worth anybody's while to spy upon my very insignificant proceedings like this. What does it matter to him, or you, or any one else what I do?" She turned her beautiful eyes tragically wide and haughty upon her companion. There was absurdity in her pose, and yet, as Meynell uncomfortably recognized, a new touch of something passionate and real.
This will be a solemn testing of great issues we on our side are determined to do nothing to embitter or disgrace it." The Bishop, now grown very white, looked at him intently. "I make one last appeal, Meynell, to your obedience and to the promises of your ordination." "I was a boy then" said Meynell slowly "I am a man now.
Lines from the Christian Year, the book on which her girlhood had been nourished, stole into her mind: Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die? Never had sunshine seemed to Meynell so life-giving as this pale wintry warmth.
Oh! Darwen has always been on excellent terms with the Dissenters!" "Meynell too," said the Professor. "That of course is their game. Meynell has always gone for the inclusion of the Dissenters." "Well, it was Arnold's game!" said the Canon, his look kindling. "Don't let's forget that. Meynell's dream is not unlike his to include everybody that would be included."
"I didn't care to talk about the story the other night before the young lass," he said, gravely; "for her heart's so full of pity and tenderness, pretty dear, that any tale such as that is like to upset her. But the story's known to almost all the folks in these parts; so there's no particular reason against my telling it to you. I've heard my poor mother talk of Susan Meynell many a time.
"I shall not take action" Meynell resumed "and I shall not dream of retreating from my position here. Judith Sabin's story is untrue. She did not see me at Grenoble and I am not the father of Hester Fox-Wilton. As to anything else, I am not at liberty to discuss other people's affairs, and I shall not answer any questions whatever on the subject." The two men surveyed each other.
I asked, after having paused to make some notes in my pocket-book. "That I can't tell you; though, if Christian Meynell was living to-day, he wouldn't be ten years older than me. His father died when I was quite a boy; but there must be old books at the warehouse with his name in them, if they haven't been destroyed."
The next all-important point was the selection of the Commission of Inquiry. No effort must be spared by the Church party to obtain the right men. Meanwhile, in the drawing-room which he had left, there was silence for a moment after his departure. Then Meynell said: "I am afraid I frightened him away. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Flaxman."
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