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"Ruth doesn't insist on that," said Mrs. Mulville; "and it's, for her, exactly this technical weakness that constitutes the force of the moral obligation." "Are you repeating her words?" I enquired. I forget what else Adelaide said, but she said she was magnificent.
"Awful?" "Why, to have anything to do with such an idea one's self." "I'm sure YOU needn't!" and Mrs. Mulville tossed her head. "He isn't good enough!" I went on; to which she opposed a sound almost as contentious as my own had been.
"No, I mean that she must have come out for some reason independent of it." Adelaide could only surmise, however, as yet, and there was more, as we found, to be revealed. Mrs. Mulville, on hearing of her arrival, had brought the young lady out in the green landau for the Sunday. The Coxons were in possession of the house in Regent's Park, and Miss Anvoy was in dreary lodgings.
"What danger can equal for him the danger to which he's exposed from himself?" I asked. "Look out sharp, if he has lately been too prim. He'll presently take a day off, treat us to some exhibition that will make an Endowment a scandal." "A scandal?" Mrs. Mulville dolorously echoed. "Is Miss Anvoy prepared for that?" My visitor, for a moment, screwed her parasol into my carpet.
Adelaide Mulville, for the pride of her hospitality, anxiously watched the door or stealthily poked the fire. I used to call it the music-room, for we had anticipated Bayreuth. The very gates of the kingdom of light seemed to open and the horizon of thought to flash with the beauty of a sunrise at sea.
It also contains an enclosure." I felt it it was fat and uncanny. "Wheels within wheels!" I exclaimed. "There's something for me too to deliver." "So they tell me to Miss Anvoy." I stared; I felt a certain thrill. "Why don't they send it to her directly?" Mrs. Saltram hung fire. "Because she's staying with Mr. and Mrs. Mulville." "And why should that prevent?"
I uttered, I suppose, some vague synthetic cry, for she went on as if she had had a glimpse of my inward amaze at such passages. "I assure you, my dear friend, he was in one of his happy hours." But I wasn't thinking of that. "Truly indeed these Americans!" I said. "With her father in the very act, as it were, of swindling her betrothed!" Mrs. Mulville stared. "Oh I suppose Mr.
"And how he has always been right on that great question." "On what great question, dear lady, hasn't he been right?" "Of what other great men can you equally say it? and that he has never, but NEVER, had a deflexion?" Mrs. Mulville exultantly demanded. I tried to think of some other great man, but I had to give it up.
During the month that I thus invited myself to stiffen again, Adelaide Mulville, perplexed by my absence, wrote to me to ask why I WAS so stiff. At that season of the year I was usually oftener "with" them. She also wrote that she feared a real estrangement had set in between Mr.
Mulville drove in for him at a discreet hour the earliest she could suppose him to have got up; and I learned that Miss Anvoy would also have come had she not been expecting a visit from Mr. Gravener. I was perfectly mindful that I was under bonds to see this young lady, and also that I had a letter to hand to her; but I took my time, I waited from day to day. I left Mrs.