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I am reduced to pronouncing my own name Miss Du Prel, Valeria Du Prel; you may know it." Hadria came to a sudden standstill. She might know it! she might indeed. Valeria Du Prel had long been to her a name to swear by. "Miss Du Prel! Is that are you may I ask, are you the writer of those wonderful books?" Miss Du Prel gave a gratified smile. "I am glad they please you."
Miss Du Prel somewhat inconsequently attempted to defend such imitation, on the ground that sacrifice is a law of life, a law of which she had just been bitterly complaining. But at this, the Professor would only laugh. His opponent indignantly cited scientific authority of the most solemn and weighty kind; the Professor shook his head.
"Oh, I don't believe all these dreadful things about my fellows!" cried Miss Du Prel, flinging up her fine head defiantly; "one is likely to find in them more or less what one expects. It's the same everywhere.
This air of deference proved somewhat superficial. Miss Du Prel found that his opinions were of an immovable order, with very defined edges. In some indescribable fashion, those opinions partook of the general elegance of his being. Not for worlds would he have harboured an exaggerated or immoderate idea. In politics he was conservative, but he did not abuse his opponents.
Let her try the feat, and the cracking of her bones by the big wheels will attest its hopelessness. And yet I long to try!" Hadria added beneath her breath. Miss Du Prel admitted that success was rare in the present delirious state of competition. Individuals here and there pulled through. "I told you years ago that Nature had chosen our sex for ill-usage.
And when in dreams other persons tell me things contrary to my firmest convictions, in which things I later discover germs of most important workable truth, the persons who tell me that, and who are different from me as far as fairly decent persons can differ from each other, are certainly not, as the good Du Prel would have us believe, myself.
When I go to tennis parties with mother they are still playing upon the asphalte courts and see the little dramas that go on, the jealousies and excitements, and general much-ado-about-nothing, I can scarcely believe that Miss Du Prel really belongs to the same planet as ours. But I don't feel so contemptuous as I did; it is so pitiful. Out of my great wealth I can afford to be more generous.
"There stand the devil and the deep sea." "You are too young to have come to that sad conclusion," said Miss Du Prel. "But I haven't," cried Hadria. "I still believe in revolt." The other shook her head. "And what about love? Are you going through life without the one thing that makes it bearable?" "I would not purchase it at such a cost.
"We have been all over the house," said Hadria hastily, with an anxious glance at Miss Du Prel, whom she half expected to rise and walk out of the room. It must surely be the first time in her life that her presence had not been received as an honour! "It is all very old and shabby," said Mrs. Fullerton.
There had never been much cordiality between him and Valeria since the afternoon when they had met at Dunaghee, and found their sentiments in hopeless opposition. Miss Du Prel took no interest in Hubert, though she admired his character. She had every wish to make herself agreeable to him, but her efforts in that direction were somewhat neutralized by an incurable absence of mind.
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