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Updated: July 2, 2025
"Why are you going to call on the Bishop of Morningquest?" their aunt asked. "We wish to see him," Angelica answered stiffly. "On the subject of rotten potatoes," Diavolo supplemented. Lady Fulda stared. "Sainte Chantal, you know," said the ready Angelica. The reason was new to her, but the twins usually understood each other like a flash.
It was known, however, that when he left the deanery the dean himself accompanied him to the door, and there shook hands with him cordially; and it was immediately afterward announced that "Mr. Jones" was to be the new tenor. "Mr. Jones, indeed!" said Morningquest sarcastically. "As much Jones as the bishop!"
As the Boy declared, when it came to the point he found it difficult to tear himself away from Morningquest. Of course he would go, in fact he felt he must go, soon say, when these drawings for his good friend the dean were finished. "By the way, Boy," he asked one night, "what is your family name? and who are your people?" "My family name is Wells," the boy answered demurely.
This was the news which greeted Mr. Hamilton-Wells and Lady Adeline upon their return from their voyage round the world; and, like everybody else, when they first saw the placard, which was as they drove from the station through Morningquest to the castle, they exclaimed: "Who on earth is Mr. Theodore Hamilton-Wells?" The old duke was rather taken with the idea of the entertainment.
He turned his attention to Mrs. Beale now. "I was afraid I should be late for tea," he said. "I had to turn back about something. I was delayed." "We were late ourselves this afternoon," said Mrs. Beale. Curiously enough the same cause had delayed them both, for Dr. Galbraith, coming into Morningquest by the road Mrs.
"She must be a most deceitful girl. I shall go and talk to her myself," Mr. Frayling concluded. And doubtless, if only he had had a pair of wings to spread, he would presently have appeared sailing over the cathedral into the Close at Morningquest, a portly bird, in a frock coat, tall hat, and a very bad temper. But, poor gentleman! he really was an object for compassion.
Her handsome horses were prancing through Morningquest as she asked herself the question; and there was a little milliner on the footway looking up with kindly envy at the lady no older than herself, sitting alone in her splendid carriage with her coachman and footman and everything nothing to do included, very much included, being, in fact, the principal item.
And then, amid the misty morning grayness of the fourth day he hanged himself from a ladder left by some workmen engaged in repairs, by whom his body was afterward found desecrating the sacred precincts. These are the materials out of which Morningquest wove its pet tragedy.
It is a salient feature of the Morningquest family history that not one of them ever had a great grief which they did not make in the long run a source of joy to other people.
In these latter days, however, it began to appear as if the supremacy of the great masculine idea was at last being seriously threatened, for even in Morningquest a new voice of extraordinary sweetness had already been heard, not his, the voice of man; but theirs, the collective voice of humanity, which declared that "He, watching," was the all-pervading good, the great moral law, the spirit of pure love, Elohim, mistranslated in the book of Genesis as "He" only, but signifying the union to which all nature testifies, the male and female principles which together created the universe, the infinite father and mother, without whom, in perfect accord and exact equality, the best government of nations has always been crippled and abortive.
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