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Neither of them said anything to stop her. William politely escorted her downstairs, and somehow, amongst her protests and embarrassments, Mrs. Milvain forgot to say good-bye to Katharine. She departed, murmuring words about masses of flowers and a drawing-room always beautiful even in the depths of winter. William came back to Katharine; he found her standing where he had left her.
Dora Milvain of course learnt what had come to pass; to anticipate criticism, her brother imparted to her the decision at which Marian and he had arrived. She reflected with an air of discontent. 'So you are quite satisfied, was her question at length, 'that Marian should toil to support her parents as well as herself? 'Can I help it?
I knew that. I hope you told him he couldn't have it. 'I really didn't know what to say, returned Mrs Milvain, in a feeble tone of worry. 'Then you must leave the matter to me, that's all. There's no money for him, and there's an end of it. Maud set her features in sullen determination. There was a brief silence. 'What's he to do, Maud? 'To do? How do other people do? What do Dora and I do?
He fell asleep for half an hour, and on awaking he was feverish, as usual at this time of day. Well, it was time to go to his work. Ugh! That first mouthful of fog! The rooms which Milvain had taken for himself and his sisters were modest, but more expensive than their old quarters. As the change was on his account he held himself responsible for the extra outlay.
'Milvain, for instance. No. With curious frequency she mentioned the name of Milvain. Her unconsciousness in doing so prevented Reardon from thinking about the fact; still, he had noted it. 'Did you understand the phrase slightingly? he asked. 'Slightingly? Yes, a little, of course. It always has that sense on your lips, I think.
In the multitudinous wrinkles of his face lay a history of laborious and stormy life; one readily divined in him a struggling and embittered man. Though he looked older than his years, he had by no means the appearance of being beyond the ripeness of his mental vigour. 'It pleases me to meet you, Mr Milvain, he said, as he stretched out his bony hand.
There were two beliefs in him: on the one hand, he recognised Fadge in every line of the writing; on the other, he had a perverse satisfaction in convincing himself that it was Milvain who had caught so successfully the master's manner.
"Mr Bailey" will have his day yet; I know men who consider it an undoubted work of genius. What's the next to deal with? 'I haven't decided yet, replied Harold, merely to avoid argument. He spoke so seldom that the sound of his own voice was strange to him. 'Thinking over it, I suppose, in your usual solid way. Don't be hurried. But I must tell you of this affair of mine. You know Dora Milvain?
'Look at this! he cried, holding the letter to her. It was a communication from the publishers who owned The Current; they stated that the editorship of that review would shortly be resigned by Mr Fadge, and they inquired whether Milvain would feel disposed to assume the vacant chair. Amy sprang up and threw her arms about her husband's neck, uttering a cry of delight. 'So soon!
'Then I may hope that it isn't his marriage with my cousin which has proved a fatal misfortune? 'In no case, replied Milvain, averting his look, 'would he have used his advantages. 'And now? Do you think he has but poor prospects? 'I wish I could see any chance of his being estimated at his right value. It's very hard to say what is before him.
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