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I should have thought two years of it enough; three certainly ought to be. A fourth, and he will never do anything else. 'What else should he do? Mr. Newthorpe laughed a little. 'There's only one thing for such a fellow to do nowadays. Let him write something. 'Write? Annabel mused. 'Yes, I suppose there is nothing else. Yet he happens to have sufficient means.
'Probably she knew nothing of the real meaning of it all, said Mr. Newthorpe. 'On the contrary, she understood the tendency of the paper surprisingly well; her father had explained everything to the family. 'One of the interesting results of popular education, remarked Mr. Newthorpe philosophically. 'It is inevitable. 'What did Mrs. Ormonde do? Annabel asked. 'It was a difficult point.
She assisted in carrying the invalid upstairs, where a bright warm room was in readiness as pleasant a change after the garret in Bank Street as any one could have desired. Mrs. Tyrrell and Annabel were lunching with friends somewhere: Mr. Newthorpe had just taken a solitary meal in the room which he used for a study. Thither Mrs. Ormonde was conducted.
It was certain that Egremont knew where she lived; it might be that even yet he would come. Perhaps Miss Newthorpe would not receive him as he hoped. Perhaps Mrs. Ormonde would have pity, and would tell him the truth, and then he could not let her perish of vain longing. What other could love him as she did?
To her he wrote far more truly than to Mr. Newthorpe, and she knew, what the others did not, that he was anything but satisfied with the course he had taken since Christmas in his lecturing. 'After Easter, was her advice, 'return to your plain instruction.
Business of a domestic nature took her thither; she wished to visit a cottage for the purpose of seeing a girl whom she thought of engaging as a servant. The day was very beautiful; she asked the Newthorpes to accompany her on the drive. Mr. Newthorpe preferred to remain at home; Annabel accepted the invitation.
'Ah! I have been in Jersey for a month; I have heard nothing. 'You were able to tear yourself from London in mid-season? 'But when was I a devotee of the Season, Miss Newthorpe? 'We hear you progress in civilisation. 'Well, I hope so. I've had a month of steady reading, and feel better for it. I took a big chest of books to Jersey. But I hope Miss Tyrrell is better? 'Quite herself again.
I don't know that I am strong enough for such an undertaking, but I feel the desire to try, and I mean to try. What do you think of it? 'Thinking it so clearly must be half doing it, said Annabel. Egremont replied to her with a clear regard. 'But the details, Mr. Newthorpe remarked. 'Are you going to make Lambeth your field? 'Yes, Lambeth.
Newthorpe replied, with cold sarcasm. 'The library scheme, I suppose, is at an end. The man Grail, we are told, pursues his old occupation. Mrs. Ormonde kept silence. The other continued, assuming a tone of cheerful impartiality: 'Really it is very instructive, an affair of this kind.
'You do not know it, Walter. I doubt whether you would ever know it. Recall a letter you wrote to me, in which you dissected your own character. It was frank and in a very great measure true. You are not the husband for Thyrza. 'You place Thyrza above Annabel Newthorpe? It was asked almost indignantly, so that Mrs. Ormonde smiled and raised her hand. 'You, it is clear, resent it. He reddened.
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